They're always abusing the women, <br />As a terrible plague to men: <br />They say we're the root of all evil, <br />And repeat it again and again; <br />Of war, and quarrels, and bloodshed, <br />All mischief, be what it may! <br />And pray, then, why do you marry us, <br />If we're all the plagues you say? <br />And why do you take such care of us, <br />And keep us so safe at home, <br />And are never easy a moment <br />If ever we chance to roam? <br />When you ought to be thanking heaven <br />That your Plague is out of the way, <br />You all keep fussing and fretting-- <br />'Where is _my_ Plague to-day?' <br />If a Plague peeps out of the window, <br />Up go the eyes of men; <br />If she hides, then they all keep staring <br />Until she looks out again.<br /><br />Aristophanes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chorus-of-women-2/
