English poem
Of Woman to Tell You My Mind
by Anonymous
Of woman to tell you my mind, And I speak from th' experience I've had, Not two out of fifty you'll find, Be they daughters or wives, But are plagues of our lives, And enough to make any man mad.
The wrong and the right, Being set in their fight, They're sure to take hold of the wrong; They'll cajole and they'll wimper, They'll whine and they'll snivel, They'll coax and they'll simper— In short, they're the devil; And so there's an end of my song.