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EBBA 32650

National Library of Scotland - Crawford
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THE
Deceiver deceived:
Or, The Virgins Revenge.
Those that in Loves wide Grove delight to range,
And please themselves with pretty charming change,
Delight to triumph o're the softest spoiles
Of yielding Beauty, seldome scape the toiles,
For Love to take them has a thousand wiles.
Tune of, Ah cruel bloody fate!
This may be printed, R.LS.

Man.
AH cruel Maid give ore
to punish him with scorn
Who has for you in store
a flame as bright as morn.
Come dear be kind the Powr's of Love
their Virtues misimploy'd.
To make with such care, a Creature so fair
if not to be enjoy'd.

Maid.
Tell me no more; in vain
will all your Courtship prove
I smile to hear you feign
a false pretended love:
What Grave is free from broken vows;
to yielding Virgins made
whom you let languish in their anguish
when to Love betray'd.

Man.
It's true some gentle hours
I trifl'd in their arms
Yet no sweet face but yours
cou'd make me own its Charms
The feeble Beauties they displaid
each moment seem'd to wast
But your's my delight, is so dazling bright
it must for ever last,

Maid.
So flatter'd your smooth Tongue
so were your looks addrest,
Such smiles about you hung
such liking you exprest;
To those whose senceless hearts you gaind
those now that mourn their fate
In being undone, by trusting too soon
though sighs are breath'd too late.

Man.
Thats their own fault, in hast
to entertain a flame,
Which in their cheeks cou'd blast
Th' Lillies and Rose's stain:
Disarm them of those killing beams
which in your eyes appear
Those eyes which are bright, those eyes by whose light
my course, love bids me steer.

Maid.
In vain you try my heart
no Conquest there you'l gain,
Too feeble is your art
to make me suffer pain,
You seek a triumph there in vain
no Trophy you shall boast
But in what so fain you wou'd now obtain
you shall be ever crost.

Man.
Such cruelty can't live
within so fair a breast
A milder sentence give
to me with love opprest,
O to a flame that burns like mine
some speedy Cordial ply
Or he that till now, Love never made bow
for love of you must dye.

Maid.
No more of love to me
though you in earnest were
As deaf as Seas I'de be,
for love i'de give despair
Revenge the wrongs the softer sex
sustain by your false wiles
Revenge false man, the Nymph that's un-done
by your deluding smiles.

Man.
Just is your doom bright maid
just the disdain you show
With scorn for scorn i'm paid
the pow'rs thus let me know
What 'tis to sigh and pine for love
since I unmoved cou'd see
Beauties with tears & their tender fears
kind Virgins sigh for me.


FINIS.
Printed for J. Clark, W.
Thackery and T. Passinger.

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