To Miss -----

With woman's form and woman's tricks
So much of man you seem to mix,
One knows not where to take you;
I pray you, if 'tis not too far,
Go, ask of Nature WHICH you are,
Or what she meant to make you.

Yet stay--you need not take the pains
With neither beauty, youth, nor brains,
For man or maid's desiring:
Pert as female, fool as male,
As boy too green, as girl too stale
The thing's not worth inquiring!