[LILI]
I am ashamed that women are so simple
To offer war, where they should kneel for peace
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway
When they are bound to serve, love and obey
Why are our bodies soft and weak and smooth
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world
But that our soft conditions and our hearts
Should well agree with our external parts?
So, wife, hold your temper
And meekly put
Your hand 'neath the soul of
Your husband's foot
In token of which duty
If he please
My hand is ready
Ready
May it due him ease