1   Eliza, what fools are the Mussulman sect,      Who to woman deny the soul’s future existence!   Could they see thee, Eliza, they’d own their defect,      And this doctrine would meet with a general resistance. 2   Had their prophet possess’d half an atom of sense,      He ne’er would have woman from paradise driven;   Instead of his houris, a flimsy pretence,      With woman alone he had peopled his heaven. 3   Yet still, to increase your calamities more,      Not Content with depriving your bodies of spirit,   He allots one poor husband to share amongst four!—      With souls you’d dispense; but this last, who could bear it? 4   His religion to please neither party is made;      On husbands ’tis hard, to the wives most uncivil;   Still I Can’t contradict, what so oft has been said,      “Though women are angels, yet wedlock’s the devil.”