Comely in body but crooked in mind

virtue is overshadowed by some vice

beguiling she has power to entice

a sly smile on her face whilst eyes unkind.

O, what may a woman within her hide

that entices the heart of man to folly?

And makes his poor soul most melancholy

like walking with the devil side by side.

With face and bosom she is best-endowed

to mar the mind and make him weep for woe—

One wouldn't wish such on his fiercest foe—

with every craft and trickery allowed.

Her disdain, her deceit, her taunt, her scorn

day by day and while yet I draw my breath

down desolate alleys as still as death,

hugging a corner my fate I bemourn.

If I tell you it would not be useless,

Her lips, her eyes, her hair they hypnotize

they will enchant you, they will mesmerize,

It would lead to things severely reckless.