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False Mans cruelty:
While faithless men do Females slight,
The more they feel loves pain,
And though they do in men delight,
They pay them with disdain.
Tune of, Jenny Gin, Busie Fame, or, The fair one let me in.
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WHen Cupid's fierce and powerful Dart
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my freedome did betray,
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Tormented in my love-sick heart,
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beneath the shades I lay:
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Unseen to any where I was,
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I softly thus begun:
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Blind boy, thou art unkind alas!
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by Love I'me quite undone.
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Why should I love that faithless Swain
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that ne'r will me regard?
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He laughs at this my scorching pain,
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and scoffs are my reward:
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Were I a man I'd rather die,
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then when a heart is won
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From his true-love away to fly,
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Oh! thus I am undone.
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Well faithless Coridon beware,
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since thou art false to me,
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Perhaps thou mayest find one that's fair,
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may prove as false as thee:
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And when thou liest in Cupids chains
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scoffed at by e'ry one,
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Then think upon Florella's paines:
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that thou hast quite undone,
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Who then will pitty thy distress?
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that us'd thy Lover so,
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And slighted thy dear Shepherdess,
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causing her deadly woe:
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Then all the world condemn thee will,
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that lives beneath the Sun,
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And when that thou hast sigh'd thy fill,
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then cry, I'me quite undone.
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THou shalt not find throughout the plain
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one that will pitty thee,
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But say, thou art a perjur'd Swain,
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and treacherous to me.
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While I poor Shepherdess lament
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and languish all alone,
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Thou shalt be fill'd with discontent,
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and cry, thou art undone.
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How many Swaines as false as thee
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were served in their kind?
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And he that once will cruell be
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shall never pitty find:
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But he may chance to see that face
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by which he may be won,
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He'l pitty then his Lovers case
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that he hath quite undone.
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Let Virgins that are chast and true
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take warning now by me,
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Least they in time do chance to rue
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by their credulity;
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I cannot help it, though I grieve
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that I so soon was won
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By him that did me so decieve,
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and hath me quite undone.
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We females are the weaker Sex,
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and so it plain appears,
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Though we for love our selves perplex,
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and melt away to tears:
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False men will never pitty take,
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when they our hearts have won
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They spight, and slight, and us forsake,
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and thus we are undone.
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But why should we be served so?
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whose goodness doth excell,
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Or why should we be brought to woe
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by loving two too well?
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And yet alas 'tis all in vain,
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for when our hearts are won
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We are requited with disdain,
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lo, thus we are undone.
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We had a warning once before,
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of that false creature man,
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Whom we like Idols do adore,
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let us do what we can;
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The more they slight, the more we love,
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when once the suits begun,
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And never can our hearts remove,
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till we are quite undone.
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