The love of man and woman is as fire To warm, to light, but surely to consume And self-consuming die But comrade-love is as a welding blast Of candid flame and ardent temperature: Glowing more fervent, it doth bind more fast; And melting both but makes the union sure. The dross alone is burnttill at the last The steel, if cold, is one and strong and pure.
Lor, but womens rum cattle to deal with, the first man found that to his cost, And I reckon its just through a woman the last man on earthll be lost.