<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520108" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Arraignment Of The Men</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Males perverse, schooled to condemn<br>Women by your witless laws,<br>Though forsooth you are prime cause<br>Of that which you blame in them: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">If with unexampled care<br>You solicit their disdain,<br>Will your fair words ease their pain, <br>When you ruthless set the snare? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their resistance you impugn,<br>Then maintain with gravity<br>That it was mere levity<br>Made you dare to importune. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What more elevating sight<br>Than of man with logic crass,<br>Who with hot breath fogs the glass,<br>Then laments it is not bright! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scorn and favor, favor, scorn,<br>What you will, result the same,<br>Treat you ill, and earn your blame,<br>Love you well, be left forlorn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Scant regard will she possess<br>Who with caution wends her way,—<br>Is held thankless for her “nay,”<br>And as wanton for her “yes.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What must be the rare caprice<br>Of the quarry you engage:<br>If she flees, she wakes your rage,<br>If she yields, her charms surcease. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who shall bear the heavier blame, <br>When remorse the twain enthralls, <br>She, who for the asking, falls,<br>He who, asking, brings to shame? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose the guilt, where to begin,<br>Though both yield to passion's sway, <br>She who weakly sins for pay,<br>He who, strong, yet pays for Sin? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then why stare ye, if we prove<br>That the guilt lies at your gate?<br>Either love those you create,<br>Or create those you can love. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">To solicitation truce,— <br>Then, sire, with some show of right<br>You may mock the hapless plight<br>Or the creatures of your use!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sor+Juana+Ines+de+la+Cruz">Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=520108" data-title="Arraignment Of The Men de Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz" data-description="Males perverse, schooled to condemn Women by your witless laws, Though forsooth you are prime cause Of that which you blame in them: If with unexampled care You solicit their disdain, Will your fair words ease their pain, When you ruthless set ..."></div> </div> </div>

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