Gentle Upbraidings

Brave out one more storm,

a wise widower spoke in subtle tones.

brake off wrathful harangues

withdraw yourself from society

whatever doom befalls you

meet it with chivalry and valor

women, go back to your quarters

kneel down and sing a lofty

praise, but do not fall into weeping 

or seal your eyes with insolence,

cut your tresses with fresh scissors 

and hold it out into the wind

never fall for erudite, men equipped with quills

never lie down with priests and do shame

stumbling drunks are a bruised flock

and fallen men are damaged goods

they'll strip you bare, see how Bezeth moans!

tie a knot at the helm of your skirts

no debauchee shall claw freely and have

his way between your sheets

infirmities of a man only swell with time,

this is known, and

such crestfallen fellas say everything, 

most are iridescent in looks, 

some of them so handsome

their outward beauty surpasses virgin moons

do not bend before their spell

do not doubt your resolve, resist them

doubt will yoke your heart to serfdom

these words may wound than heal

however, if I should not speak 

our cause shall soon be devoured 

by eagle-sighted devils posed as allies

yes, all men seeking favors behind 

our lofty walls and fortifications are the enemy

do not recoil from their insidious plans

denounce their overbearing demeanor,

however domineering their pride, defy it

never let them pulverize your resolves

nor load your heart with grief 

when slopes steepen, for they will indeed

lied down here with me, I shall gently

press you against my bosom for

my soul knows what's best for you