Monday, October 27

To the Ladies

Wife and servant are the same,
But only differ in the name:
For when that fatal know is tied,
Which nothing, nothing can divide,
And man by law supreme has made,
Then all that’s kind is laid aside,
And nothing left but state and pride.
Fierce as an eastern prince he grows,
And all his innate rigour shows:
Then but to look, to laugh, or speak,
Will the nuptial contract break.
Likes mutes, she signs alone must make,
And never any freedom take,
But still be governed by a nod,
And fear her husband as he god:
Him still must serve, him still obey,
And nothing act, and nothing say,
But what he haughty lord thinks fit,
Who, with the power, has all the wit.
Then shun, oh! shun that wretched state,
And all the fawning flatterers hate.
Value yourselves, and men despise:
You must be proud, if you’ll be wise

(Lady Mary Chudleigh, 1656-1710)

There is always a good reason, if not many, for selecting each week’s poem. This one’s audience is anyone who has a “certain point of view” of women. And believe me there are people, either male or female, or who still hold some strong position on the issue of “Womanhood”! Hope you enjoy it.

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