The female heart oft revels in deceit—
Yet rolls bright eyes at all who choose to vet her.
While true, both sexes will prevaricate;
Of that dark art, the gentler is the better.
Decrying value based on looks alone
She nonetheless will paint and primp to flatter;
Of future beaus, character’s deemed touchstone
Yet station, berth and purse by size full matters.
Perhaps here lies why men do oft enhance
Near any worth that is subject to measure,
Half knowing that his chosen’s stated stance
Is largely based on status, sway and treasure.
Of lies, by lies and for sweet lies we live—
For truth in love oft stands a paltry sieve.
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