Follow a shaddow, it still flies you, <br />Seeme to flye it, it will pursue: <br />So court a mistris, she denies you; <br />Let her alone, she will court you. <br />Say, are not women truly, then, <br />Stil'd but the shaddows of us men? <br />At morne, and even, shades are longest; <br />At noone, they are short, or none: <br />So men at weakest, they are strongest, <br />But grant us perfect, they're not knowne. <br />Say, are not women truly, then, <br />Stil'd but the shaddows of us men?<br /><br />Ben Jonson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vii-song-that-women-are-but-mens-shaddows/
