The Woman Drowned
Fable de Jean de la Fontaine
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| I hate that saying, old and savage, "It's nothing but a woman drowning." That's much, I say. What grief more keen should have edge Than loss of her, of all our joys the crowning? Thus much suggests the fable I am borrowing. A woman perished in the water, Where, anxiously, and sorrowing, Her husband sought her, To ease the grief he could not cure, By honoured rites of sepulture. It chanced that near the fatal spot, Along the stream which had Produced a death so sad, There walked some men that knew it not. The husband asked if they had seen His wife, or anything that hers had been. One promptly answered, "No! But search the stream below: It must nave borne her in its flow." "No," said another; "search above. In that direction She would have floated, by the love Of contradiction." This joke was truly out of season; I don't propose to weigh its reason. But whether such propensity The sex's fault may be, Or not, one thing is very sure, Its own propensities endure. Up to the end they'll have their will, And, if it could be, further still. |
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