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VERSES WRITTEN by A YOUNG LADY, ON WOMEN BORN TO BE CONTROLL'D!

How wretchéd is a woman's fate,
No happy change her fortune knows;
Subject to man in every state,
How can she then be free from woes?

In youth, a father's stern command
And jealous eyes control her will;
A lordly brother watchful stands
To keep her closer captive still.

The tyrant husband next appears,
With awful and contracted brow;
No more a lover's form he wears:
Her slaves become her sovereign now.

If from this fatal bondage free,
And not by marriage-chains confined,
But, blessed with single life, can see
A parent fond, a brother kind;

Yet love usurps her tender breast,
And paints a phoenix to her eyes:
Some darling youth disturbs her rest,
And painful sighs in secret rise.

Oh cruel powers, since you've designed
That man, vain man, should bear the sway,
To a slave's fetters add a slavish mind,
That I may cheerfully your will obey.