by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Language: English 
Ay me; can every rumour
Thus start my lady's humour?
Name ye some gallant to her
Why straight forsooth I woo her.
Then burst she forth in passion:
You men love but for fashion.
Yet sure I am that no man
Ever so loved woman.
Yet, alas, Love, be wary
For women be contrary.

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This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 10
Word count: 54