by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620)

Maydes are simple, some men say
Language: English 
Maydes are simple, some men say,
They, forsooth, will trust no men.
But should they mens wils obey,
Maides were very simple then.

Truth, a rare flower now is growne,
Few men weare it in their hearts ;
Louers are more easily knowne
By their follies, then deserts.

Safer may we credit giue
To a faithlesse wandring Iew
Then a young mans vowes beleeue
When he sweares his loue is true.

Loue they make a poore blinde childe,
But let none trust such as hee :
Rather then to be beguil'd,
Euer let me simple be.


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This text was added to the website: 2007-11-16
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Word count: 96