FOLLOW a shadow, it still flies you;   Seem to fly it, it will pursue: So court a mistress, she denies you;   Let her alone, she will court you.     Say, are not women truly, then,     Styled but the shadows of us men?

At morn and even, shades are longest;   At noon they are or short or none: So men at weakest, they are strongest,   But grant us perfect, they're not known.     Say, are not women truly, then,     Styled but the shadows of us men?