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You Foolish Men

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You Foolish Men

You foolish men who lay,
The guilt on women,
Not seeing you're the cause,
Of the very thing you blame;

If you invite their disdain,
With measureless desire,
Why wish they well behaved,
If you incite to ill.

You fight their stubbornness,
Then, weightily,
You say it was their lightness,
When it was your guile.

In all your crazy shows,
You act just like a child,
Who plays the bogeyman?
Of which he's then afraid.

With foolish arrogance,
You hope to find a Thais,
In her you court, but a Lucretia,
When you've possessed her.

What kind of mind is odder?
Than his who mists,
A mirror and then complains,
That it's not clear.

Their favor and disdain,
You hold in equal state,
If they mistreat, you complain,
You mock if they treat you well.

No woman wins esteem of you,
The most modest is ungrateful,
If she refuses to admit you; 
Yet if she does, she's loose.

You always are so foolish,
Your censure is unfair;
One you blame for cruelty,
The other for being easy.

What must be her temper?
Who offends when she's,
Ungrateful and wearies,
When compliant?

But with the anger and the grief,
That your pleasure tells,
Good luck to her, who doesn't love you,
And you go on and complain.

Your lover's moans give wings,
To women's liberty,
And having made them bad,
You want to find them good.

Who has embraced?
The greater blame in passion?
She, who, solicited, falls,
Or he who, fallen, pleads?

Who is more to blame?
Though either should do wrong?
She who sins for pay,
Or he who pays to sin?

Why be outraged at the guilt,
That is of your own doing?
Have them as you make them,
Or make them what you will.

Leave off your wooing 
And then, with greater cause,
You can blame the passion,
Of her who comes to court?

Patent is your arrogance,
That fights with many weapons,
Since in promise and insistence,
You join world, flesh and devil.

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