〈◊〉 Cupid's wrongs vindicated:  
Wherein he that Cupid's wiles did discover,  
Is proved a false dissembling Lover.  
The Maid shows such cause that none can her condemn,  
But on the contrary the fault's laid on him.  

To the tune of Cupid's cruel torments  

THe guileful Crocodile  
when he his prey would gain,  
That none may spy his wile,  
A mournful noise doth feign:  
So thou false Hypocrite  
Thy foul deceit to cover,  
Dost act the part aright  
of a distracted Lover.  
But rail no more on Love,  
Nor do young Cupid wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What doth to love belong.   

Hyena, like thou feign'st  
words of a dying man,  
But falsely thou complainest  
with woe I prove it can:  
For like a cheating wretch,  
thou dost on me exclaim,  
But this is but a fetch.  
for thou deservest the blame.  
Why dost thou rail on love,  
Or do, etc.   

Thou know'st I loved thee well,  
and purposed 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 rail no more on love,  
Nor Cupid's cruel wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What doth to love belong.   

Let any one that will  
be judge 'twixt thee and me,  
Why should I love thee still,  
when thou lov'st two or three.  
Dost think I'll stand at stake,  
to help at the last cast?  
When all do thee forsake,  
than I must serve at last.  
O rail no more on love,  
Nor Cupid's cruel wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What doth to love belong.   

Thou comest to me i'th' morn,  
and goest to Madge at night,  
Thy mind will quickly turn  
to which comes next in sight.  
Thou'lt promise and protest  
thou wilt have none but me,  
But when thou seest the rest  
those vows forgotten be.  
Then rail no more on love,  
Nor Cupid's, etc.   

Dost think I cannot hear  
how thou play'st fast and loose,  
Long Mall gave thee good cheer.  
both Coney Hen and Goose:  
Alas man I have friends  
that note thy actions well,  
Thou lov'st for thine own ends,  
but I thy knavery smell.  
Then rail no more on love,  
Nor Cupid's cruel wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What doth to love belong.    

The second part, To the same Tune.  

I Saw last Thursday night,  
when thou went'st to the Swan,  
With Kate and Winifrite,  
and after you came Nan,  
I know what wine you had,  
and also what was paid,  
Alas poor harmless lad,  
wilt thou dye for a Maid!  
Fie rail no more on love,  
Nor Cupid's cruel wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What does to love belong.   

I Cannot choose but smile  
to think how cunningly  
Thou wouldst the world beguile  
with foul hypocrisy:  
For I the wrong sustain,  
and thou from grief art free,  
Yet still thou dost complain  
that I am false to thee.  
Fie never rail on love,  
Nor Cupid's cruel wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What doth to love belong.   

To either man or Maid  
For censure I'll appeal,  
Which of us may be said  
disloyally to deal;  
Did ever I seem nice  
till I was told for truth,  
More oft then once or twice,  
thou was't a faithless youth.  
Fie do not rail, etc.   

Thou mak'st the world believe  
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,  
Until I have forgot  
thy overreaching skill.  
Then do not rail, etc.   

Yet though I suffer wrong  
I needs must praise thy art,  
Sure thou hast studied long  
to act the Madman's part,  
Thou canst not sleep nor wake  
for fancies in thy head,  
Now I do thee forsake  
I muse thou art not dead.  
Fie do not rail, etc.   

That Lass which shall have thee  
Who ere has that ill hap,  
Let her learn this of me,  
she's caught in folly's trap.  
He that dissemble can  
with one in such a way.  
he'll ne'er prove honest man,  
believe me what I say.  
Then do not rail on love,  
Nor Cupid's cruel wrong,  
For thou didst never prove  
What doth to love belong.    
FINIS.  M.P.  

Printed at London for F.G.