The woman doth
Damn with faint praise
Her ends to achieve.
To right
Some imagin'd wrong
From sinister years remember'd.
The mem'ries, false and hard,
Do by warp and weft deceive;
Past's tapestry unravels fast,
Present's will does wipe it clean,
Replacing fact with ill-willed dream.
Ego, id and all between
Lie isolate as Judith
Does depict the scene.
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