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Today I am surfeited with women Their streaked faces bore me. Whys Listened to before, Eyes, Wet and bent to implore, Ask for quarter— Weak to meet a ghost When strong they went to seek it— I do not share in their delight, Why must they shamble at my door With secret bills and moist supplication To bribe me to break the law? I do and I may, But for today I shall leave these painful ladies To palliate their sins to someone else Who'll chance their wage.