Classic Poem

Blame : not a woman although shee bee Lewd,
& tha t her ffaults they haue been knowne
although shee doe offend, yett in time shee may amend;
then blame her not ffor vsing of her owne,

But rather giue them praise, as they deserue,
when vice is banisht quite, & virtue in them growne,
ffor tha ts their only tresure, & ffor to ffly vaine pleasure
then blame them not ffor vsing of their owne

There is many now a dayes tha t women will dispraise:
out of a dru[n]ken humor when as their witts are fflowne,
out of an Idle braine, w i th speeches Lewd & vaine
theile blame them still ffor vsinge of her owne

But if woman shold not trade, how shold the world increase?
if women all were nise, what seede shold then be sowne?
if women all were coy, they wold breede mens annoye;
then blame them not ffor vsing of their owne.

If any take offence att this my songe,
I thinke tha t no good maners he hath knowne
wee all ffrom women came: why shold wee women blame,
& ffor a litle vsing of their owne?