1 Maydes are simple, some men say,
They forsooth will trust no men :
But should they mens wils obey,
Maides were very simple then.
2 Truth a rare flower now is growne,
Few men weare it in their hearts;
Louers are more easily knowne
By their follies, then deserts.
3 Safer may we credit giue
To a faithlesse wandring Iew,
Then a young mans vowes beleeue,
When he sweares his loue is true.
4 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.
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