Poetry:The truth of woman
From Tractatus
It is the last line of the song which makes this. The strength of the curse yields to weakness. I include the surrounding text for colour[sic]. I copied the text from Project Gutenburg.
Note to K.H.: If you are out there, I'd love to link to your poem... Let me know if it ever makes it out there.
--Iain 02:16, 16 Nov 2005 (EST)
Scott, Sir Walter
The Betrothed (ca. 1825)
After a few preliminary touches on the chords of his rote, the minstrel requested of the Constable to name the subject on which he desired the exercise of his powers. "The truth of woman," answered Hugo de Lacy, as he laid his head upon his pillow. After a short prelude, the minstrel obeyed, by singing nearly as follows:-- "Woman's faith, and woman's trust-- Write the characters in dust; Stamp them on the running stream, Print them on the moon's pale best, And each evanescent letter, Shall be clearer, firmer, better, And more permanent, I ween, Than the thing those letters mean. I have strain'd the spider's thread 'Gainst the promise of a maid; I have weigh'd a grain of sand 'Gainst her plight of heart and hand; I told my true love of the token, How her faith proved light, and her word was broken Again her word and truth she plight, And I believed them again ere night." "How now, sir knave," said the Constable, raising himself on his elbow, from what drunken rhymer did you learn that half-witted satire?" "From an old, ragged, crossgrained friend of mine, called Experience," answered Vidal.