When Woden with the demon ride/The earthly sense can’t be denied

Tis all the rage to flip the sex/In heights of gnostic modern hex

Though ladies’ garb a man attain/The body’s feel must needs remain

“So visit woman in a dream/And form to her more fine to seem”

That lady so insensate be/Is not the witch’s lot in Key . . .

Am I she or am I he?/Thus twice confused flee ecstasy!

Not just visions — not just dreams/The natural world has natural schemes

Thus, ladies, love a gentleman/And gentlemen, be men again!