Maydes are simple, some men say

Maydes are simple, some men say,

They, forsooth, will trust no men.

But should they mens wils obey,

Maides were very simple then.

Truth, a rare flower now is growne,

Few men weare it in their hearts;

Louers are more easily knowne

By their follies, then deserts.

Safer may we credit giue

To a faithlesse wandring Iew

Then a young mans vowes beleeue

When he sweares his loue is true.

Loue they make a poore blinde childe,

But let none trust such as hee:

Rather then to be beguil'd,

Euer let me simple be.