Woman’s Love.

Did ever man a woman love1
And listen to her flattery,2
Who did not soon his folly prove,3
And mourning rue her treachery ?4
For were she fair as orient beams,5
That gild the cloudless summer skies,6
Or innocent as virgin’s dreams,7
Or melting as true lovers’ eyes,8
Or were she pure as falling dews,9
That deck the blossoms of the spring,10
Still, man, thy love she would misuse,11
And from thy breast contentment wring.12
Then trust her not though fair and young,13
Man has so many true hearts grieved,14
That woman thinks she does no wrong,15
When she is false and he deceived.16