1 If Loue loues truth, then women doe not loue: Their passions all are but dissembled shewes; Now kinde and free of fauour if they proue. Their kindnes straight a tempest ouerthrowes. Then as a Seaman the poore louer fares, The storme drownes him ere hee can drowne his cares. 2 But why accuse I women that deceiue ? Blame then the Foxes for their subtile wile : They first from Nature did their craft receiue : It is a womans nature to beguile. Yet some I grant in louing stedfast grow ; But such by vse, are made, not nature so. 3 O why had Nature power at once to frame Deceit and Beauty, traitors both to Loue ? Oh would Deceit had dyed when Beauty came With her diuinenesse eu'ry heart to moue ! Yet doe we rather with what ere befall, To haue fayre women false, then none at all.
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