Song LVII., pp.309-310.

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ONE evening as I lay 

A-musing in a grove, 

A nymph exceeding gay 

Came there to seek her love; 

But finding not her swain, 

She sat her down to grieve, 

And thus she did complain, 

How men her sex deceive. 

– 

Believing maids, take care 

Of false deluding men, 

Whose pride is to ensnare 

Each female that they can: 

My perjur’d swain he swore 

A thousand oaths, to prove 

(As many have done before) 

How true he’d be to love. 

– 

Then virgins, for my sake, 

Ne’er trust false man again, 

The pleasure we partake, 

Ne’er answers half the pain; 

Uncertain as the seas, 

Is their unconstant mind, 

At once they burn or freeze, 

Still changing like the wind. 

– 

When she had told her tale, 

Compassion seiz’d my heart, 

And Cupid did prevail 

With me, to take her part: 

Then bowing to the fair, 

I made my kind address, 

And vow’d to bear a share 

In her unhappiness. 

– 

Surpris’d at first she rose, 

And strove from me to fly: 

I told her I’d disclose 

For grief a remedy. 

Then, with a smiling look, 

Said she, to asswage the storm, 

I doubt you’ve undertook 

A task you can’t perform. 

– 

Since proof convinces best, 

Fair maid believe it true, 

That rage is but a jest, 

To what revenge can do: 

Then serve him in his kind, 

And fit the fool again; 

Such charms were ne’er design’d, 

For such a faithless swain. 

– 

I courted her with care, 

Till her soft soul gave way, 

And from her breast so fair, 

Stole the sweet heart away: 

Then she with smiles confess’d, 

Her mind felt no more pain, 

While she was thus caress’d, 

By such a lovely swain. 

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