No Fault in Women

No fault in women to refuseThe offer which they most would choose.No fault in women to confessHow tedious they are in their dress.No fault in women to lay onThe tincture of vermilion:And there to give the cheek a dyeOf white, where nature doth deny.No fault in women to make showOf largeness when they're nothing so:(When true it is the outside swellsWith inward buckram, little else).No fault in women, though they beBut seldom from suspicion free.No fault in womankind at allIf they but slip and never fall.