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Women Are Not In Their Best Fortunes Strong, But Want Will Perjure The Ne'er-touched Vestal.

And Worse I May Be Yet: The Worst Is Not So Long As We Can Say 'this Is The Worst.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.

While He Was Drunk Asleep, Or In His Rage, Or In The Incestuous Pleasure Of His Bed.

O Wretched State! O Bosom Black As Death! O Limed Soul That, Struggling To Be Free, Art More Engaged! Help, Angels! Make Assay! Bow, Stubborn Knees! And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe!