Go ask the cuckold where doth lie his head
To chide the fates in breaking tethered ties
‘Twixt curséd palms of warméd woe; his debt
Unkempt and vexed, while still thou here belies.
Tempered transfixed wrath, reaping woe and Hell;
Countless counts of this thy task where all bleed
Thy depthless vessel, ever-drowning well,
Offered, endless, up all aged men thy seed.
O, grievous gender! Lessened all by lust!
Cannot thy wick be tended sole by him?
Revow thy love must stand all in manners just
And curb thy will to all his subtle whim.
With fresher flame, his lantern keeps out cold
When in thy sultry drape thou art so bold.
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