Woman is a thing of glass; But her brittleness 'tis best Not too curiously to test: Who knows what may come to pass? Breaking is an easy matter, And it's folly to expose What you cannot mend to blows; What you can't make whole to shatter. This, then, all may hold as true, And the reason's plain to see; For if Danaes there be, There are golden showers too. "All that I have said to thee so far, Anselmo, has had reference to what concerns thee; now it is right that I should say something of what
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