The virtuous women
Is scarce in the land
Go to the palace
Search the dungeon
She is rare to find
A virtuous woman
Will never cause shame
But covers from shame
She is the crown
On the husband’s heed
She will never seek stardom
By sending people to boredom
She use her ingenuity
With power of her integrity
To unit her family
When she sight weakness
In her lovely husband
She will not be bashful
But chose to be helpful
With her rare virtues
She throws her arms open
Not to the strangers
But to her own husband
She always ravish him
With her tender love
She never call congress
Before she will correct
Her erring husband
She speaks with sense
Not from her feelings
She builds her house
With her own hands
Never with strangers
Or the accusers
For they seek her fall
Her words build up
Her smile cheers up
Her comment is reliable
Her frown is sincere
For her mind is opened
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