If love loves truth, then women do not love

If love loves truth, then women do not love;
Their passions all are but dissembled shows;
Now kind and free of favour if they prove,
Their kindness straight a tempest overthrows.
Then as a seaman the poor lover fares;
The storm drowns him ere he can drown his cares.

But why accuse I women that deceive?
Blame then the foxes for their subtle wile:
They first from Nature did the.ir craft receive:
It is a woman's nature to beguile.
Yet some, I grant, in loving steadfast grow;
But such by use are made, not Nature, so.

O why had Nature power at once to frame
Deceit and Beauty, traitors both to Love?
O would Deceit had died when Beauty came
With her divineness every heart to move!
Yet do we rather wish, whate'er befall,
To have fair women false than none at all.