An Eccho.
Come Eccho I thee summon,
Tell me truly what is Woman?
If worn, she is a feather,
If woo'd she's frosty weather;
If worn, the wind not slighter:
If weigh'd, the Moons not lighter:
If lain withall, she's apish:
If not laine with, she's snappish.
Come Eccho I thee summon,
Tell me once more what is woman?
If faire, she's coy in courting,
If witty, loose in sporting,