"That I did not: and there 's the curse, you 'll see!

Nay, all of it 's one curse, my life's mistake

Which nourished with manure that 's warranted

To make the plant bear wisdom, blew out full

In folly beyond fieldflower-foolishness!

The lies I used to tell my womankind!

Knowing they disbelieved me all the time

Though they required my lies, their decent due,

This woman—not so much believed, I 'll say,

As just anticipated from my mouth: