text: Kind are her answers,
  But her performance keeps no day;
  Breaks time, as dancers
  From their own music when they stray:
  All her free favors
  And smooth words wing 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 freedom,
  When we submit to women so:
  Why do we need em,
  When in their best they work our woe?
  There is no wisdom
  Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.
  O why is the good of man with evil mixed?
  Never were days yet called two,
  But one night went betwixt.