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Sir John Suckling
I
THERE never yet was woman made,
Nor shall, but to be curst ;
And O, that I, fond I, should first,
Of any lover,
This truth at my own charge to other fools discover !
2
You, that have promis�d to yourselves
Propriety in love,
Know women�s hearts like straw do move,
And what we call
Their sympathy, is but love to jet in general.
3
All mankind are alike to them ;
And, though we iron find
That never with a loadstone join�d,
�Tis not the iron�s fault,
It is because near the loadstone it was never brought.
4
If where a gentle bee hath fall�n,
And laboured to his power,
A new succeeds not to that flower,
But passes by,
�Tis to be thought, the gallant elsewhere loads his thigh.
5
For still the flowers ready stand :
One buzzes round about,
One lights, one tastes, gets in, gets out ;
All all ways use them,
Till all their sweets are gone, and all again refuse them.
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