| |
|
Follow a
shadow, it still flies you;
Seem to fly it, it will
pursue:
So court a mistress, she denies you;
Let
her alone, she will court you.
Say, are not women
truly then
Styled but the shadows of us men?
At morn and even shades are longest,
At noon they are
or short or none;
So men at weakest, they are
strongest,
But grant us perfect, they're not known.
Say, are not women truly then
Styled but the shadows
of us men?
|
|
|
