from the article:
Foolish Men
Foolish men, eagerly accusing women without cause, seeing not that from you springs the very same, those very flaws;
If readily you do invite them to happily disdain you, how do you want them well behaved if toward evil you’ll incite them?
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What temper could be stranger? Than that of he who, lacking counsel, fogs the mirror with his breath and then whines at blurred reflection?
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How can she, who for your love longs, keep her wits and keep her center if she who doesn’t is a prude and offends and she who does is a slut and angers?
Though between the anger and the insult by all your liking forged, if there still be one who doesn’t want you, then joyous hour for complaint.
Your lovers hang sorrows on liberty’s wings for, after making them bad, you wish to find them good.
Whom, then, has sinned more in mistaken passion: she who falls to his begging? Or he who, fallen, begs her?
Or who has greater blame, though in any blame you’ll find, she who sins for pay or he who pays to sin?
How are you then startled to find guilt there in your heart? Love them as you make them. Or make them as you wish.
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Now, with all my weapons your arrogance I battle, for in promise and petition you join devil, flesh, and world.