CANTVS. XI. (Book 11)
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IF Loue loues truth, then women doe not loue: Their passions all are but dis-sembled shewes,
Now kinde and free of fauour if they proue. Their kindness straight a tempest o-uerthrowes.
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Then as a Sea-man the poore louer fares, The storme drownes him ere hee can drowne his cares.
BASSVS.
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But why accuse I women that deceive?
Blame then the Foxes for their subtile wile:
They first from Nature did their craft receive:
It is a womans nature to begu••le.
Yet some I grant in louing stedfast grow;
But such by vse, are made, not nature so.
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 wish what ere befall,
To haue fayre women false, then none at all.