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Earl Gerald Fitzgerald
Woe to him who decrieth women, fools are they who shun them;
all the evil said of them, I know they earned it never.
Gentle worded, deft of voice, a sect I cherish greatly; woe to
those who blameth them--woe to him who decrieth women.
Treachery and shameful deeds they do not, neither slaughter;
church and cell they pillage not--woe to him who decrieth women.
Never save from womankind, came king or bishop hither; no,
nor prophet, faultless found--woe to him who decrieth women.
Ancient, fattened, grey-haired men, as company they like not;
but (poor lad!) a lusty youth--woe to him who decrieth women.
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