The Lady's Maid Song
When Adam found his rib was gone
He cursed and sighed and cried and swore,
And looked with cold resentment on
The creature God had used it for.
All love's delight were quickly spent,
And soon his sorrows multiplied;
He learnt to blame his discontent
On something stolen from his side.
And in every age we find
Each Jack destroying every Joan,
Divides and conquers woman kind
In vengence for the missing bone;
By day he spins out quaint conceits
With gossip, flattery and song
And then at night between the sheets
He wrongs the girl to right the wrong.
Though shoulder, bosom, lips and knee
Are praised in every kind of art,
Here in Love's true anatomy;
His rib is gone: He'll have her heart.
So women bear the debt alone
And live eternally distressed
For though we throw the dog his bone,
He wants it back with interest.