Classic Poem

A fond husband will, after a conjugal strife,
Kiss, forgive, weep, and fall on the neck of his wife.
But Abomelique's wife other conduct may dread;
When he falls on her neck, 'tis to cut off her head.

How many there are, when a wife plays the fool,
Will argue the point with her calmly and cool;
The bashaw, who don't relish debates of this sort,
Cuts the woman as well as the argument short.

But whatever her errors, 'tis mighty unfair
To cut off her head just as if 'twere all hair;
For this truth is maintained by philosophers still,
That the hair grows again but the head never will.

And among all the basest, sure he is most base
Who can view, then demolish, a woman's sweet face!
Her smiles might the malice of devils disarm:
And the devil take him who would offer her harm!