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Cupids wrongs vindicated:
Wherein he that Cupids wiles did discover,
Is proved a false dissembling Lover.
The Mayd shewes such cause that none can her condemne,
But on the contrary the faults layd on him.
To the tune of Cupids cruell torments

THe guilefull Crocodile
when he his prey would gain,
That none may spie his wile,
A mo[u]rnfull noyse doth feigne:
So thou false Hypocrite
Thy foule deceipt to cover,
Dost act the part aright
of a distracted Lover.
But raile no more on Love,
Nor doe young Cupid wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What doth to love belong.

Hienna-like thou feignst
words of a dying man,
But falsely thou complainst
with woe I prove it can:
For like a cheating wretch,
thou dost on me exclaime,
But this is but a fetch
for thou deservst the blame.
Why dost thou raile on love,
Or doe, etc.

Thou knowst I lovd thee well,
and purposd thee to have,
Thy conscience this can tell,
thou false dissembling knave,
But when I did perceive
thy fickle wavering mind,
Twas time to take my leave,
and serve thee in thy kind.
Then raile no more on love,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What doth to love belong.

Let any one that will
be judge twixt thee and mee,
Why should I love thee still,
when thou lovst two or three.
Dost thinke Ile stand at stake,
to helpe at the last cast?
When all doe thee forsake,
then I must serve at last.
O raile no more on love,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What doth to love be[l]ong.

Thou comst to me ith morne,
and goest to Madge at night,
Thy mind will quickly turne
to which comes next in sight.
Thoult promise and protest
thou wilt have none but me,
But when thou seest the rest
those vowes forgotten bee.
Then raile no more on love,
Nor Cupids, etc.

Dost thinke I cannot heare
how thou playst fast and loose,
Long Mall gave thee good cheere.
both Cony Hen and Goose:
Alas man I have friends
that note thy actions well,
Thou lovst for thine owne ends,
but I thy knavery smell.
Then raile no more on love.
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What doth to love belong.

The second part, To the same Tune.

I Saw last Thurseday night,
when thou wentst to the Swan,
With Kate and Winifrite,
and after you came Nan,
I know what wine you had,
and also what was payd,
Alas poore harmelesse lad,
wilt thou dye for a Mayd?
Fye raile no more on love,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What does to love belong.

I Cannot choose but smile
to thinke how cunningly
Thou wouldst the world beguile
with foule hypocrisy:
For I the wrong sustaine,
and thou from griefe art free,
Yet still thou dost complaine
that I am false to thee.
Fye never raile on love,
Nor Cupids crue[l]l wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What doth to love belong.

To either man or Mayd
For censure Ile appeale,
Which of us may be sayd
disloyally to deale;
Did ever I seeme nice
till I was told for truth,
More oft then once or twice,
thou wast a faithlesse youth.
Fye doe not raile, etc.

Thou makst the world beleeve,
thou for my love dost pine,
Indeed thou sore dost grieve
with wenches, Cakes, and wine,
For my part tis my lot
to pray for patience still,
Untill I have forgot
thy over-reaching skill.
Then doe not raile, etc.

Yet though I suffer wrong
I needs must prayse thy art,
Sure thou hast studyd long
to act the Mad-mans part,
Thou canst not sleep nor wake
for fancies in thy head,
Now I doe thee forsake
I muse thou art not dead.
Fye doe not raile, etc.

That Lasse which shall have thee
Who ere has that ill hap,
Let her learne this of me,
shees caught in follies trap.
He that dissemble can
with one in such a way.
Heel nere prove honest man,
beleeve me what I say.
Then doe not raile on love,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never prove
What doth to love belong.


FINIS. M.P.
Printed at London for F.G.

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