A woman's looks

A woman's looks

Are barbèd hooks,

That catch by art

The strongest heart

When yet they spend no breath;

But let them speak,

And sighing break

Forth into tears,

Their words are spears

That wound our souls to death.

The rarest wit

Is made forget,

And like a child

Is oft beguiled

With love's sweet-seeming bait;

Love with his rod

So like a God

Commands the mind;

We cannot find,

Fair shows hide foul deceit.

Time, that all things

In order brings,

Hath taught me how

To be more slow

In giving faith to speech, Pg 4

Since women's words

No truth affords,

And when they kiss

They think by this

Us men to over-reach.