WHer wyving some mislike
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and women muche dysprease.
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The women frowarde be:
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and fewe men cane them please
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And thoughe the maried life:
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the wyse muste nedes comende.
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yet chifeste carke and care:
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dothe therin full depende,
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For though thye lusting eyes:
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thou fedeste with pleasant sighte.
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And from thy hart do nothing kepe
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whiche maye gyve it delyght.
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And thoughe thou treasure have,
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reputed with the beste
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yet yf thou have a frowarde wyf
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then what prevaelith the reste.
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And syth unto a shrowe,
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none yll comparde maye be.
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Then make no hast lest after wast
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but faythfull loke she bee
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One Erupis philosopher:
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doth tell us daungers sore.
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Which be in seas & eke one earth:
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but none then women more.
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For yf she frowarde be;
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as moste doe growe from kynde,
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That thee delights shall her displease:
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such is her frowarde mynde.
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Thy woes dothe her rejoes:
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thy sorwes joeth her harte.
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When fortune frowne that then will cause
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her from thee to departe.
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In thee delights she not:
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thy presence maketh her lowere.
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When thou gevest her thy homcom kis
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her countenance then is sowre,
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That whiche doth thee myslyke:
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to her it doeth contente
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And things to do agenste thy will
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full frowarde is she bente
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The frutefulnes of her:
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is scowlding daye and nyghte
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And when thou angerste her:
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then with thy bratts she fights
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yf sickenes sores or paynes:
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doe happe thee to oppresse.
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she coursing spendthe the tedyous nyght:
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prayng deth it to redresse
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