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JYOTI ARORA

Drama

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JYOTI ARORA

Drama

A Woman's Honour

A Woman's Honour

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Love bade me hope, and I obeyed;

Phyllis continued still unkind

Then you may e'en despair, he said,

In vain I strive to change her mind.


Honour's got in and keeps her heart

Durst he but venture once abroad

In my own right I'd take your part

And Show myself the mightier god.


This Huffing honour domineers

In breasts alone where he has place

But if true generous Love appears

The hector dares not Show his face.


Let me still languish and complain

Be most unhumanly denied

I have some pleasure in my pain

She can have none with all her pride.


I fall a sacrifice to love

She lives a wretch for honour's sake

Whose tyrant does most cruel prove

The difference is not hard to make.


Consider real honour then

You'll find hers cannot be the same

'Tis noble confidence in men

In women, mean, mistrustful shame.


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