These women all Both great and small Are wavering to and fro, Now here, now there, Now everywhere; But I will not say so. So they love to range, Their minds doth change And make their friend their foe; As lovers true Each day they choose new; But I will not say so. They laugh, they smile, They do beguile As dice that men doth throw. Who useth them much Shall never be rich; But I will not say so. Some hot, some cold, There is no hold But as the wind doth blow; When all is done, They change like the moon; But I will not say so. So thus one and other Taketh after their mother, As cock by kind doth crow. My song is ended, The best may be amended; But I will not say so.
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- by John (Nicholson) Ireland (1879 - 1962), "An aside", 1938, published 1938, from Five XVIth Century Poems, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
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