History of those mighty men will always remain,
The story of that ancient city will never be forgotten
And purest virtues trodded like winnowed grain
Of legends who, by women's guiles die like chicken.
The fall of the wisest genius, calls not for joy
Nor of Samson who by history the strongest
Tell not of the ruin of that ancient city, troy
Nor of Achilles who's by matter and might, bravest;
In each case is written, 'because of a woe-man'.
If then through women did mighty men and city fell,
What then shall be of us who are lesser than?
What shall it be what shall history about us tell?
If in women's hand mighty men fell, then I'll go and hide
And been a misogynist will I stamp all my pride.
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