A Disloyal Woman Poem by John Florio

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, —
There's no woman, a man can trust;
So you have no woman, and no sorrow,
She's here today, and will go tomorrow.

You may think that she is innocent,
It's true, but you'll found by percent;
Never get attached to them, but behold,
If the heart is available or already sold.

She's so clever at playing with heart,
Never be idle, keep your mind alert;
You have no idea about her intention,
To enter your life without hesitation.

She will change into terrible a ghost,
Your life won't be saved at any cost;
Thus, precaution will be fair and good,
If you're scared and haven't understood.