¶What though her frowning browes be bent
295Her cloudy lookes will calme yer night,
¶And then too late
she will repent,
¶That thus di
ssembled her delight.
¶_And twice de
sire yer it be day,
¶_That which with
scorne
she put away.
300What though
she
striue to try her
strength,
¶And ban and braule, and
say the nay:
¶Her feeble force will yeeld at length,
¶When craft hath taught her thus to
say:
¶_Had women beene
so
strong as men
305_In faith you had not had it then.