Kind Are Her Answers

Kind are her answers,

But her performance keeps no day;

Breaks time, as dancers

From their own music when they stray:

All her free favors

And smooth words wing my hopes in vain.

O did ever voice so sweet but only feign?

Can true love yield such delay,

Converting joy to pain?

Lost is our freedom,

When we submit to women so:

Why do we need ’em,

When in their best they work our woe?

There is no wisdom

Can alter ends, by Fate prefixed.

O why is the good of man with evil mixed?

Never were days yet called two,

But one night went betwixt.