FOR woman due allowance make!
Form’d of a crooked rib was she,–
By Heaven she could not straightened be.
Attempt to bend her, and she’ll break;
If left alone, more crooked grows madam;
What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?–
For woman due allowance make;
‘Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!
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