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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?