World against us It will not keep us from trying to serve World prefers decorum to honesty Would he see what he aims at? let him ask his heels Would like to feel he was doing a bit of good Wrapped in the comfort of his cowardice Writer society delights in, to show what it is composed of Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas Years are the teachers of the great rocky natures Yet, though Angels smile, shall not Devils laugh You want me to flick your indecision You saw nothing but handkerchiefs out all over the theatre You are to imagine that they know everything You can master pain, but not doubt You may learn to know yourself through love You do want polish You who may have cared for her through her many tribulations, have no fear You choose to give yourself to an obscure dog You are not married, you are simply chained You played for gain, and that was a licenced thieving You talk your mother with a vengeance You have not to be told that I desire your happiness above all You are entreated to repress alarm You accuse or you exonerate--Nobody can be half guilty You rides when you can, and you walks when you must You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering You'll have to guess at half of everything he tells you You'll tell her you couldn't sit down in her presence undressed You're going to be men, meaning something better than women You're a rank, right-down widow, and no mistake You're talking to me, not to a gallery You're the puppet of your women! You've got no friend but your bed Young as when she looked upon the lovers in Paradise Your devotion craves an enormous exchange Youth will not believe that stupidity and beauty can go together Youth is not alarmed by the sound of big sums