Book Of Contemplation - For Woman
FOR woman due allowance make!
Form'd of a crooked rib was she,—
By Heaven she could not straightened be.
Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;
If left alone, more crooked grows madam;
What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?—
For woman due allowance make;
'Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!
