WHILE vulgar souls their vulgar love pursue, And in the common way themselves undo; Impairing health and fame, and risking life, To be a mistress or, what's worse, a wife: We, whom a nicer taste has raised above The dangerous follies of such slavish love, Despise the sex, and in our selves we find Pleasures for their gross senses too refined. Let brutish men, made by our weakness vain, Boast of the easy conquest they obtain; Let the poor loving wretch do all she can, And @3all@1 won't please th' ungrateful tyrant, Man; We'll scorn the monster and his mistress too, And show the world what women ought to do. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE WAVE by ROBERT FROST SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER DOMESDAY BOOK: AT FAIRBANKS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |