Discourteous women, Nature's fairest ill, The woe of man, that first created curse, Base female sex, sprung from black Ates' loins, Proud and disdainful, cruel and unjust; Whose words are shaded with enchanting wiles Worse than Medusa, mateth all our minds: And in their heart sits shameless treachery, Turning a truthless, vile circumference. O, could my fury paint their furies forth! For hell's no hell, comparèd to their hearts; Too simple devils to conceal their arts; Born to be plagues unto the thoughts of men; Brought for eternal pestilence to the world. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 9. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY by JOHN MILTON WHISPERS OF HEAVENLY DEATH by WALT WHITMAN AT BAY RIDGE, LONG ISLAND by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AUNT CAROLINE by ANNYE LEWIS ALLISON SATIRE: 1 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS |