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t wise, but they be witty. "Are women witty?" Yea, the more the pity; They are so witty, and in wit so wily, That be you ne'er so wise, they will beguile ye. "Are women fools?" Not fools, but fondlings many. "Can women found be faithful unto any?" When snow-white swans do turn to color sable, Then women fond will be both firm and stable. "Are women saints?" No saints, nor yet no devils. "Are women good?" Not good, but needful evils; So Angel-like, that devils I do not doubt them; So needful evils, that few can live without them. "Are women proud?" Ay! passing proud, and praise them. "Are women kind?" Ay! wondrous kind and please them, Or so imperious, no man can endure them, Or so kind-hearted, any may procure them. Francis Davison (?) [fl. 1602] A STRONG HAND Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a lad of mettle, And it soft as silk remains: So it is with these fair creatures, Use them kindly, they rebel; But be rough as nutmeg graters, And the rogues obey you well. Aaron Hill [1685-1750] WOMEN'S LONGING From "Women Pleased" Tell me what is that only thing For which all women long; Yet, having what they most desire, To have it does them wrong? 'Tis not to be chaste, nor fair, (Such gifts malice may impair), Richly trimmed, to walk or ride, Or to wanton unespied, To preserve an honest name And so to give it up to fame-- These are toys. In good or ill They desire to have their will: Yet, when they have it, they abuse it, For they know not how to use it. John Fletcher [1579-1625] TRIOLET All women born are so perverse No man need boast their love possessing. If naught seem better, nothing's worse: All women born are so perverse. From Adam's wife, that proved a curse, Though God had made her for a blessing, All women born are so perverse No man need boast their love possessing. Robert Bridges [1844-1930] THE FAIR CIRCASSIAN Forty Viziers saw I go Up to the Seraglio, Burning, each and every man, For the fair Circassian. Ere the morn had disappeared, Every Vizier wore a beard; Ere the afternoon was born, Every Vizier came back shorn. "Let the man that woos to win Woo with an unhairy chin;" Thus she said, and as she bid Each devoted Vizier did. From the beards a cord she made, Looped it to the balustrade, Glided down and went away To her own Circassia. When the Sultan heard, waxed
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