Their smoothness, like a goodly champaign plain, (1248)
Lays open all the little worms that creep; (1249)
In men, as in a rough-grown grove, remain (1250)
Cave-keeping evils that obscurely sleep: (1251)
Through crystal walls each little mote will peep:
Though men can cover crimes with bold stern looks, (1253)
Poor women's faces are their own faults' books.