Book Of Contemplation - For Woman

FOR woman due allowance make!

Form'd of a crooked rib was she,—

By Heaven she could not straightened be.

Attempt to bend her, and she'll break;

If left alone, more crooked grows madam;

What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?—

For woman due allowance make;

'Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!