The Conscience
Deadly destructive to my man and me Are my rare fits of sore morality.
A mad, domestic hell begins When woman hides her virtues, and displays her sins.
Anna Wickham
Deadly destructive to my man and me Are my rare fits of sore morality.
A mad, domestic hell begins When woman hides her virtues, and displays her sins.
Anna Wickham packs a lot into four lines. The speaker admits that her own intense moral moods — what she calls “fits of sore morality” — hurt both her partner and herself. These moments don’t feel noble; they feel destructive, turning the home into what she calls a mad hell.
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