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 aspirations oft are drown'd in eyes— Twin wells, their depth as fathomless as full; Whiles ofttime Honour, lured by woman's sighs— Bound, fettered fast beneath a woman's rule— Has from Life's ploughshare turned himself aback, Mock'd, helpless, down along the limed track, To breathe his soul out in soft vestibule, Afar from tented field and council-board. Folly and sin entail their own reward: Our noblest aims are wrecked by fingers fair, Ambition's shroud, a web of woman's hair.