A Fairy leapt upon my knee
Singing and dancing merrily;
I said, 'Thou thing of patches, rings,
Pins, necklaces, and such-like things,
Disgracer of the female form,
Thou paltry, gilded, poisonous worm !'
Weeping, he fell upon my thigh,
And this in tears did soft reply:
'Knowest thou not, O Fairies' lord !
How much by us contemn'd, abhorr'd,
Whatever hides the female form
That cannot bear the mortal storm ?
Therefore in pity still we give
Our lives to make the female live;
And what would turn into disease
We turn to what will joy and please.'

William Blake