If fathers knew but how to leave

If fathers knew but how to leave

Their children wit as they do wealth,

And could constrain them to receive

That physicke which brings perfect health,

The world would not admiring stand,

A woman's face and woman's hand.

Women confess they must obey,

We men will needs be servants still:

We kiss their hands and what they say,

We must commend be't never so ill.

Thus we like fools admiring stand,

Her pretty foot and pretty hand.

We blame their pride which we increase,

By making mountains of a mouse:

We praise because we know we please,

Poor women are too credulous.

To think that we admiring stand,

Or foot, or face, or foolish hand.