Sure none but an ass
To humour a lass
Would ever be kept in subjection;
For if she's unkind,
Her scorn never mind,
But leave her, and wean your affection.

Some women, 'tis said,
Like Hebrew are read;
Each look should be took quite contrary;
For subject to change,
And fond of what's strange,
Like the wind and the sea they will vary.

All, all is disguise,
Their hearts and their eyes;
They'll flatter you while they deceive you;
But let them secure
You once in their lure,
Ten thousand to one but they leave you.