Discourteous women, Nature's fairest ill, The woe of man, that first created curse, Base female sex, sprung from black Ates' loins, Proud and disdainful, cruel and unjust; Whose words are shaded with enchanting wiles Worse than Medusa, mateth all our minds: And in their heart sits shameless treachery, Turning a truthless, vile circumference. O, could my fury paint their furies forth! For hell's no hell, comparèd to their hearts; Too simple devils to conceal their arts; Born to be plagues unto the thoughts of men; Brought for eternal pestilence to the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RIVER OF LIFE by THOMAS CAMPBELL EASTER WINGS by GEORGE HERBERT ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES TO CHILDREN: 3. THE GOLDEN DAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO AN OAK AT NEWSTEAD by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. A MILITARY BAND by EDWARD CARPENTER |