Kind Are Her Answers
KIND are her answers,But her performance keeps no day;Breaks time, as dancersFrom their own music when they stray.All her free favours and smooth wordsWing my hopes in vain.O, did ever voice so sweet but only feign?Can true love yield such delay,Converting joy to pain?
Lost is our freedomWhen we submit to women so:Why do we need ’emWhen, in their best, they work our woe?There is no wisdomCan alter ends by fate prefixt.O, why is the good of man with evil mixt?Never were days yet called twoBut one night went betwixt.