There is no wiser man in all the land
than I. I am most clever, I’ll admit.
But there’s one thing I’ll never understand:
the minds of maidens, so devoid of wit!
Of all the things, I fathom least of all
how each of them selects their closest friend.
How can a gruesome beast befriend a doll?
On beauty’s scale, they sit on either end!
O damsel! Why not love an equal so?
Why hold such ugliness in high esteem?
And thou, foul mistress, dost thou even know
thou art a nightmare and she is a dream?
It cannot be that both maids beest fair —
one wench is always plain beyond compare!











