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68 Yet women's wit will rival it:
 * How keep them in their place?

Behold the faults with woman born: Impurity, and heartless scorn, Untruth, and folly, reckless heat, Excessive greediness, deceit.

Be not enslaved by women's charm, Nor wish them growth in power to harm: Their slaves, of manly feeling stripped, Are tame, pet crows whose wings are clipped.

Honey in a woman's words,
 * Poison in her breast:

So, although you taste her lip,
 * Drub her on the chest.