[III. One woman scarce of twenty]
One woman scarce of twenty
One woman scarce of twenty. But hath of teares great plenty,
Which they powre out like fountaines, That runne downe from the
mountaines, Yet all is but beguiling, Their teares and eke their smiling, Ile
therefore neuer trust them, Since nature hath so curst
them, That they can weepe in smiling, Poore fooles thereby beguiling
Ile therefore neuer trust them, Since nature hath so
curst them, That they can weepe in smiling, Poore fooles thereby beguiling.
