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Vesta

No; I did not marry you
That you should enslave my soul;
And this right is somewhat new
Of an absolute control.
Most ignoble is the thought,
Very false the word you say;
Soul and body was I bought,
On that dreadful marriage day!
No; in my pure womanhood,
I belong to none on earth.
Henceforth be it understood
That we are of equal birth.
Man art thou and woman I;
Soul and body are our own;
We must live and we must die
Sovrans of ourselves alone.

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Tread rebellious passion down;
Purity is man's best grace;
Fiery gaze and wrathful frown
Drive the godlike from his face.
Learn, dear friend, a nobler lore,
Marriage has a sacred dread;
Holy as she was before,
Is the maid when she is wed.