Poem 231 – You Serve Her Like a Dog

Was she thy God that her thou didst obey

Milton, Paradise Lost, Book X, 145

You serve her like a dog, her bitch,
A slave unto her will.
With a click you come running,
A nod and you prostrate yourself,
And at a whistle you prostitute,
Fearful of profaning her word.
Is she thy God now?
For like a God she is obeyed.


Dear readers,

And now we reach Book X, where the judgement begins. Adam’s excuse does not go down well… (And rightly so, though not for the reason Milton gives that you shouldn’t obey women – more that Adam can think for himself)

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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