Women Are Never Wrong

Tho' women, 'tis true, are but tender, Yet nature does her strength supply; Their will is too strong to surrender; They're obstinate still till they die.

In vain you attack them with reason, Your sorrows you only prolong; Disputing is always high treason; No woman was e'er in the wrong.

Relief must be in resignation, For if you appear once content. Perhaps the dear fair in compassion, May then condescend to relent.