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- # PROSPECTS
The wiles and guides that women work,
Difembled with an outward flow:
The tricks and toyes that in them lurke,
The Cock that treads the shall not know,
Have you not heard it laid full off,
A Womans nay doth stand for nought.
Thinks Women still to strite with men,
To finne and neuer for to faint,
There is no heaven (by holy then)
When time with age shall them attains,
Were koffes all the toyes in bed,
One Woman would another wed.
But for enough, too much I feare,
Least that my outstree feare my song,
She will not stick to round me on th are,
To teach my young to be so long:
Yet will she bluth, here be it said,
To heare her secrets so bewraid.
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