It will not be, it is against nature:
The world is done when they lack doubleness,
For they laugh and love not—this is express.
To trust on them, it is but fantasy.
Beware, therefore: the blih many a fly.
Women of kinde have ditions three:
The first is they be full of deceit;
To spin also is theire property;
And women have a wonderful ceit.
For they weep oft, and all is a sleight,
And ever when they list, the tear is in the eye.
Beware, therefore: the blih many a fly.
In sooth to say, though all the earth so wan
Were part smooth, white, and scribable,
And the great a that called is the o
Were turned into ink blacker than sable,
Every stick a pen, each man a scrivener able,
Not could they then write woman’s treachery.
Beware, therefore: the blih many a fly.
It will not be, it is against nature:
The world is done when they lack doubleness,
For they laugh and love not—this is express.
To trust on them, it is but fantasy.
Beware, therefore: the blih many a fly.
Women of kinde have ditions three:
The first is they be full of deceit;
To spin also is theire property;
And women have a wonderful ceit.
For they weep oft, and all is a sleight,
And ever when they list, the tear is in the eye.
Beware, therefore: the blih many a fly.
In sooth to say, though all the earth so wan
Were part smooth, white, and scribable,
And the great a that called is the o
Were turned into ink blacker than sable,
Every stick a pen, each man a scrivener able,
Not could they then write woman’s treachery.
Beware, therefore: the blih many a fly.