An Excellent New SONG, Called,
The Politick Lady.
Sung at the Play-House, in a New Play much in Request.
To an Excellent New Tune.
Licensed according to Order.
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WHen I have often heard Young Maids complaining,
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that when Men promise most, they most de-ceive,
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Then I thought none of them worthy my gaining,
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And what they swore I would never believe,
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But when so humbly one made his Addresses,
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With looks so soft, and with language so kind,
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I thought it Sin to refuse his Caresses,
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Nature oer-came, and I soon changd my mind.
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II.
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Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving,
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stretch his Invention, and quite crack his Brain,
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I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing,
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Ill have the Pleasure, let him have the Pain;
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If he proves Perjurd I shall not be cheated,
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he may deceive himself, but never me,
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Tis what I look for, and shant be defeated.
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Ill be as false and unconstant as he.
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III.
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I know some Virgins that have been deceived,
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and, by false hearted Men, they were betrayd,
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When that they swore to love, Maids they believed,
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and of their Treachery were not afraid;
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But too soon granted what Men did desire,
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tho little dreaming they should be undone,
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For when they thought that they had em intire,
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soon, soon, alas! the false Lover was gone.
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IV.
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Then they too late Lament at their undoing,
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for all their sighs and their tears are in vain,
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And those false hearted men that were their ruin,
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never, Oh! never will love them again,
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But to another they soon will retire,
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may be they find her at Park, or the Play,
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For still new Faces all Men do admire,
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such Perjurd Lovers they are alway.
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V.
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Should my Amintas prove once but false to me,
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Soon he should find me as fickle to be,
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For Im resolved he neer shall undo me,
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Ill get another as handsome as he,
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Tho I believe what he says when hes present,
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yet when hes absent, I think ont no more,
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While I live thus I do make my life pleasant,
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for if he leaves me theres others in store.
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VI.
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But if hes constant, I will be as loving,
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and will be true to no other but he,
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I am resolvd I will never be Roving,
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if my Amintas will be true to me;
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But I will ever for ever adore him,
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then, then my love shall be fixed so fast,
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For I did never love any before him,
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and, if hes faithful, he shall be the last.
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