This, then, all may hold as true,

And the reason’s plain to see;

For if Danaes there be,

There are golden showers too.

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.