T H E
F I R S T   B O O K E
of Songes or Ayres

R O B E R T   I O N E S

1600

1. A Womans lookes.

                               1 
                 A Womans lookes
                 Are barbed hookes,
                 That catch by art
                 The strongest hart,
       When yet they spend no breath,
                 But let them speake
                 And sighing break,
                 Forth into teares,
                 Their words are speares,
       They wound our souls to death.


                               2 
                 The rarest wit
                 Is made forget,
                 And like a child
                 Is oft beguild,
       With loues sweete seeming baite :
                 Loue with his rod
                 So like a God,
                 Commands the mind
                 We cannot find,
       Faire shewes hide fowle deceit.

                               3 
                 Time that all thinges
                 In order bringes,
                 Hath taught me now
                 To be more slow,
       In giuing faith to speech :
                 Since womens wordes
                 No truth affordes,
                 And when they kisse
                 They thinke by this,
       Vs men to ouer-reach.