Woman
Woman
Woman is by aptitude
Destined to servitude;
Extremely cruel and proud
She's by no reason bowed
By law nor governance cowed;
Of her dowry boastful
Of each good way neglectful
Of idle paths she's heedful.
She'll do nothing in its day
Observes no middle way;
She lies down if she's stroked
And leaps up if provoked;
A white hot flame in ferment
Like ice in disappointment,
She'll do no wanted thing,
She's storm without ending