There is no head above the head of a serpent
No wrath above the wrath of a woman
Rather dwell with a lion and a dragon
Than keep house with a wicked female
She either loves or hates as there is no third grade
And the tears of her are a deception
When a woman weeps, she weaves snares
When a woman thinks alone, she thinks evil
What else is woman but a foe to friendship?
An inescapable punishment, a necessary evil
A natural temptation, a desirable calamity
A domestic danger, a delectable detriment
An evil of nature, painted with fair colors
She is feebler both in body and mind
And turns fast to the usage of witchcraft
She seethes with anger and impatience
Just as the heaving tides of the sea
The root of the woman's vices is avarice
She is quick to abjure the faith
The lusts of a man lead him into one sin
The lust of a woman leads him into all sins
What else is woman but a foe to friendship?
An inescapable punishment, a necessary evil
A natural temptation, a desirable calamity
A domestic danger, a delectable detriment
An evil of nature, painted with fair colors
What else is woman but a foe to friendship?
An inescapable punishment, a necessary evil
A natural temptation, a desirable calamity
A domestic danger, a delectable detriment
An evil of nature, painted with fair colors