Book Of Contemplation – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

For Woman

FOR woman due allowance make! 
Form’d of a crooked rib was she,– 
By Heaven she could not straightened be. 

Attempt to bend her, and she’ll break; 

If left alone, more crooked grows madam; 

What well could be worse, my good friend, Adam?– 

For woman due allowance make; 

‘Twere grievous, if thy rib should break!

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