The Concubines.

Claes Moeyaert.. Mooy-Aal and Her Suitors.

The Concubines.

As does healthy fruit grace a flowering vine,

So will healthy women be graced with concubines,

For is it not the will of nature’s design,

Beauty of the female spirit should honoured be,

With men’s singular attention, waiting patiently,

One would forever be a suitor forlorn,

One would desire to be a lover sworn,

Whilst the silly one could resort to bad poetry,

All will take their place in her itinerary!

For why should a lady in demand so grace,

This or that suitor a favour of place,

Feign that chance would give such a taste,

Would lead a damsel to loss of face,

And end elusive mystery in wanton disgrace?

No…

Let sit at ease this natural state,

That women may lead with men in chase,

For order is set in such concourse,

That follow in junction orderly laws,

Where woman’s beauty of spirit holds forth.

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