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"Poor me! Of course the whole disgrace, In spite of reason, falls on me: And so all women of my race, In pure right, shall be reason-free, In every case.

"It shall not be in power of man To bind them to their own contentions; But each shall speak, as speak she can, And start anew with fresh inventions, Where she began.

"And so shall they be dearer still; For man shall ne'er suspect in them The plucking of the fatal stem, That brought him all his ill.