1 Maydes are simple, some men say, They forsooth will trust no men : But should they mens wils obey, Maides were very simple then. 2 Truth a rare flower now is growne, Few men weare it in their hearts; Louers are more easily knowne By their follies, then deserts. 3 Safer may we credit giue To a faithlesse wandring Iew, Then a young mans vowes beleeue, When he sweares his loue is true. 4 Loue they make a poore blinde childe, But let none trust such as hee ; Rather then to be beguil'd Euer let me simple be.
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