[...] 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 fault's 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 mournfull noyse doth feigne:
So thou false Hypocrite
Thy foule deceipt to couer,
Dost act the part aright
of a distracted Louer.
But raile no more on Loue,
Nor doe young Cupid wrong,
For thou didst never proue
What doth to love belong.
Hienna, like thou feign'st
words of a dying man,
But falsely thou complain'st
with woe I proue it can:
For like a cheating wretch,
thou dost on me exclaime,
But this is but a fetch.
for thou deseru'st the blame.
Why dost thou raile on loue,
Or doe, &c.
Thou knowst I lou'd thée well,
and purposd thee to haue,
Thy conscience this can tell,
thou false dissembling knaue,
But when I did perceiue
thy fickle wauering mind,
Twas time to take my leaue,
and serue thee in thy kind.
Then raile no more on loue,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst neuer proue
What doth to loue belong.
Let any one that will
be judge twixt thee and mee,
Why should I loue thee still,
when thou lou'st two or three.
Dost thinke Ile stand at stake,
to helpe at the last cast?
When all doe thee forsake,
then I must serue at last.
O raile no more on loue,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never proue
What doth to loue belong.
Thou com'st to me ith morne,
and goest to
Madge at night,
Thy mind will quickly turne
to which comes next in sight.
Thou'lt promise and protest
thou wilt haue none but me,
But when thou seest the rest
those vowes forgotten bee.
Then raile no more on love,
Nor Cupids, &c.
Dost thinke I cannot heare
how thou playst fast and loose,
Long
Mall gaue thee good cheere.
both Cony Hen and Goose:
Alas man I haue friends
that note thy actions well,
Thou lou'st for thine owne ends,
but I thy knauery smell.
Then raile no more on loue,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst neuer proue
What doth to loue 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 loue,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst neuer proue
What does to loue 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 neuer raile on love,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst never proue
What doth to loue belong.
To either man or Mayd
For censure Ile appeale,
Which of us may be sayd
disloyally to deale;
Did euer I seeme nice
till I was told for truth,
More oft then once or twice,
thou was't a faithlesse youth.
Fye doe not raile, &c.
Thou mak'st the world beleeue
thou for my loue dost pine,
Indeed thou sore dost grieue
with wenches, Cakes, and wine,
For my part tis my lot
to pray for patience still,
Untill I have forgot
thy ouer-reaching skill.
Then doe not raile, &c.
Yet though I suffer wrong
I needs must prayse thy art,
Sure thou hast study'd 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, &c.
That Lasse which shall haue thee
Who ere has that ill hap,
Let her learne this of me,
shee's caught in follies trap.
He that dissemble can
with one in such a way.
Hee'l nere proue honest man,
beleeue me what I say.
Then doe not raile on loue,
Nor Cupids cruell wrong,
For thou didst neuer proue
What doth to loue belong.
FINIS.
M.P.
Printed at London for F.G.