No mans error becomes his own Law; nor obliges him to persist in it.Thomas Hobbes
She Walked Unaware (1975)
- O, she walked unaware of her own increasing beauty
That was holding men's thoughts from market or plough,
- God pity me now and all desolate sinners
Demented with beauty!
- To-night she will spread her brown hair on his pillow,
But I shall be hearing the harsh cries of wild fowl.