THE Deceiver deceived: Or, The Virgin's Revenge.  
Those that in Love's wide Grove delight to range,  
And please themselves with pretty charming change,  
Delight to triumph o'er the softest spoils  
Of yielding Beauty, seldom scape the toils,  
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 over  
to punish him with scorn  
Who has for you in store  
a flame as bright as morn.  
Come dear be kind the Powers of Love  
their Virtues misemployed  
To make with such care, a Creature so fair▪  
if not to be enjoyed.  Maid. 
Tell me no more; in vain  
will all your Courtship prove  
I smile to hear you feign  
a false pretended love:  
What Gr●ve is free from broken vows;  
to yielding Virgins made  
whom you let languish in their anguish▪  
when to Love betrayed▪  Man. 
It's true some gentle hours  
I trifled in their arms  
Yet no sweet face but yours  
could make me own its Charms  
The feeble Beauties they displayed  
each moment seemed to waste  
But yours my delight, is so dazzling bright  
it must for ever last,  Maid. 
So flattered your smooth Tongue:  
so were your looks addressed  
Such smiles about you hung,  
such liking you expressed;  
To those whose senseless hearts you gained  
those now that mourn their fate  
In being undone, by trusting too soon:  
though sighs are breathed too late.  
 
 Man. 
That's their own fault, in haste  
to entertain a flame,  
Which in their cheeks could blast  
Th' Lilies and Rose's stain:  
Disarm them of those kill 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'll 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 would now obtain  
you shall be ever cross.  Man. 
Such cruelty can't live  
within so fair a breast  
A milder sentence give  
to me with love oppressed,  
O to a flame that burns like mine  
some speedy Cordial ply  
Or he that till now, Love never made vow  
for love of you must die.  Maid. 
No more of love to me  
though you in earnest were  
As deaf as Seas I'd be,  
for love i'd give despair  
Revenge the wrongs the softer sex  
sustain by your false wiles  
Revenge false man, the Nymph that's undone  
by your deluding smiles.  Man. 
Just is your doom bright maid  
just the disdain you show  
With scorn for scorn i'm paid  
the powers thus let me know  
What 'tis to sigh and pine for love  
since I unmoved could see  
Beauties with tears & their tender ●ears  
kind Virgins sigh for me.  
FINIS.   

Printed for J. Clark, W. Thackery and T. Passenger