1761226But as the earth doth weepe the Sun being set,

1227Each flowre moistned like a melting eye:

1228Euen so the maid with swelling drops gan wet

1229Her circled eien inforst, by simpathie

1230Of those faire Suns set in her mistresse skie,

1231 Who in a salt wau'd Ocean quench their light,

1232 Which makes the maid weep like the dewy night.

1771233A prettie while these prettie creatures stand,

1234Like Iuorie conduits corall cesterns filling:

1235One iustlie weepes, the other takes in hand

1236No cause, but companie of her drops spilling.

1237Their gentle sex to weepe are often willing,

1238 Greeuing themselues to gesse at others smarts,

1239 And thē they drown their eies, or break their harts.

1781240For men haue marble, women waxen mindes,

1241And therefore are they form'd as marble will,

1242The weake opprest, th'impression of strange kindes

1243Is form'd in them by force, by fraud, or skill.

1244Then call them not the Authors of their ill,

1245 No more then waxe shall be accounted euill,

1246 Wherein is stampt the semblance of a Deuill.

1791247Their smoothnesse; like a goodly champaine plaine,

1248Laies open all the little wormes that creepe,

1249In men as in a rough-growne groue remaine.

1250Caue-keeping euils that obscurely sleepe.

1251Through christall wals ech little mote will peepe,

1252 Though mē cā couer crimes with bold stern looks,

1253 Poore womens faces are their owne faults books.

1801254No man inueigh against the withered flowre,

1255But chide rough winter that the flowre hath kild,

1256Not that deuour'd, but that which doth deuour

1257Is worthie blame, ô let it not be hild

1258Poore womens faults, that they are so fulfild

1259 With mens abuses, those proud Lords to blame,

1260 Make weak-made womē tenants to their shame.