For this relief, much thanks
People’s good deeds we write in water. The evil deeds are etched in brass.
The pleasing punishment that women bear.
a wild dedication of yourselves To undiscovered waters, undreamed shores.
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now.
And therefore, — since I cannot prove a lover, To entertain these fair well-spoken days, — I am determined to prove a villain, And hate the idle pleasures of these days.