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?