“Pernicious weed! whose scent the fair annoys,
Unfriendly to society's chief joys,
Thy worst effect is banishing for hours
The sex whose presence civilizes ours.”

— William Cowper

Source: Conversation (1782), Line 251.

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(1731–1800) English poet and hymnodist 1731–1800

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