You silly men impugn the Dame
\nwith innuendo out of mind
\nyet remain so blind.
\nYou cause the things you blame.<\/p>\n
You insist that women’s Sieges laid and won Is she not a boogey-man You stupid men think that life What temper could be queerer Upon rebuff and grace Repute no woman earns, Impartial but unfair, What should be the demeanor Between the lust and loathing For first your flirting lures Who deserves our clemency Whose guilt is at the origin Why does it astound If you would cease to woo, By every trick you enmesh ***<\/p>\n Here is a spectacular reading of \u00a0it: \u00a0https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=VFsrs2_AST8<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" You silly men impugn the Dame with innuendo out of mind yet remain so blind. You cause the things you blame. You insist that women’s wile is nothing but a slight, make believe that she’s upright, then deplore her sins. Sieges laid and won you put to her frivolity and boast about the levity of … <\/p>\n
\n<\/span>wile is nothing but a slight,
\nmake believe that she’s upright,
\nthen deplore her sins.<\/p>\n
\n<\/span>you put to her frivolity
\nand boast about the levity
\n<\/span>of her you wish a nun.<\/p>\n
\nyou brandish like a boy,
\nthis woman you enjoy
\nthen flee as fast you can?<\/p>\n
\nis but prudery or smut:
\nyou want her — she’s a slut;
\nyou have her — she’s your wife.<\/p>\n
\nor prone to greater error
\nthan breathing on a mirror
\nyou grumble is not clear?<\/p>\n
\nyou men set the same store.
\nYou scorn her if you score
\nbut beg for her embrace.<\/p>\n
\nprudent though she be.
\nIf she lets you, she’s too free;
\nshe’s frigid if she spurns.<\/p>\n
\nstupidly you tax
\nthe one who is too lax
\nwith she who brings despair.<\/p>\n
\nof the one who wants you?
\nShe’s chaste: you say she haunts you.
\nShe’s not: you demean her.<\/p>\n
\nyou speak so smugly of,
\nluckier she who does not love
\nthan she who lifts her clothing.<\/p>\n
\ninto a sordid snare,
\nthen piously you damn with prayer
\nthe pleasure love procures.<\/p>\n
\nonce the bar is breached,
\n<\/span>she who was beseeched,
\n<\/span>or he who begged on bended knee?<\/p>\n
\nthough both have gone astray,
\nthe one who sins for pay,
\nor he who pays to sin?<\/p>\n
\nyou we resent your taunts?
\nFigure out your wants
\nor love what you have found.<\/p>\n
\nyours would be the right
\nto reprove the appetite
\nof whoever came to you.<\/p>\n
\nus in the web of your conceit.
\nFie!\u00a0 <\/span>In you we women meet
\nWorld and Devil in the flesh.<\/p>\n