21 Of course the love of tender beauties Is surer far than friends or kin: Your claim upon its joyous duties Survives when even tempests spin. Of course it’s so. And yet be wary, For fashions change, and views will vary, And nature’s made of wayward stuff— The charming sex is light as fluff. What’s more, the husband’s frank opinion Is bound by any righteous wife To be respected in this life; And so your mistress (faithful minion) May in a trice be swept away: For Satan treats all love as play. 22 But whom to love? To trust and treasure? Who won’t betray us in the end? And who’ll be kind enough
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