Against Womens pride.
SONG.
1
Why dost thou seem to boast, vain glorious Sun!
Why should thy bright complexion make thee proud
Think but how often since thy race begun,
Thou wer't Eclips'd, then blush behind a Cloud.
2
Or why look you fair Empress of the Night
So big upon't, when you at full appear?
Remember yours is but a borrow'd Light,
Then shrink with paleness in your giddy Sphear.
3
If neither Sun nor Moon can justifie
Their pride, how ill it Women then befits
That are on Earth but Ignes fatui,
That lead poor-men to wander from their VVits?