There is a thing in the world that has been since the world began:
The hatred of man for woman, the hatred of woman for man.
When shall this thing be ended? When love ends, hatred ends.
For love is a chain between foes and love is a sword between friends.
Shall there never be love without hatred? Not since the world began,
Until man teach honour to woman, and woman teach pity to man,
O that a man might live his life for a little tide
Without this rage in his heart, and without this foe at his side!
He could eat and sleep and be merry and forget, he could live well enough,
Were it not for this thing that remembers and hates, and that hurts and is love.
But peace has not been in the world since love and the world began,
For the man remembers the woman, and the woman remembers the man.
