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Lament

I do not think you should suffer abuse
or have cause to grieve angry lovers' hands,
however, women, you must hold pity
for starving partners in a wasted land.
If you will, imagine this curse of ours
which grounds minds with base hate and jealous lust,
uneasy lovers of both Muse and Mars
we insist on pride, and with pride, on dust.
Heed your heart's call, be to your nature true—
love we poor souls who cannot love ourselves,
forgive our sins that he may pardon you.