No man inveigh against the wither'd flower, (1255)
But chide rough winter that the flower hath kill'd: (1256)
Not that devour'd, but that which doth devour, (1257)
Is worthy blame. O, let it not be hild (1258)
Poor women's faults, that they are so fulfill'd
With men's abuses: those proud lords, to blame, (1260)
Make weak-made women tenants to their shame.