Nun For Me
I dare not wed a maiden fair
Lest I get a wayward mare,
And yeah, nor a maiden black
who is of manner slack;
A maiden tall is often proud
A maiden short will be loud,
A fat maiden is prone to sloth,
A slight one to fret and loath;
No matter whom you marry
Some faults each one carry,
But of all the faults you see
None is worse than jealousy.
Ah, Jealousy! A malady of the mind,
A scourge of the worst kind,
Repressing all reasons, inciting rage,
Seeking no good counsel but revenge.
Refrain from this spirit so foul
that hell’s wrath seems small,
Simpler it’s to deal with life’s grind
than a woman’s envious mind!
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