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?
[…]
What temper could be stranger?
Than that of he who, lacking counsel,
fogs the mirror with his breath
and then whines at blurred reflection?
[…]
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.
[…]
Now, with all my weapons
your arrogance I battle,
for in promise and petition
you join devil, flesh, and world.