The Shadow
Ben Jonson
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?
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