When I have often heard young maids complaining (Purcell)
A Nymph: When I have often heard young Maids complaining, That when Men promise most they most deceive, The I thought none of them worthy of my gaining; And what they Swore, resolv'd ne're to believe. But when so humbly he made his Addresses, With Looks so soft, and with Language so kind, I thought it Sin to refuse his Caresses; Nature o'ercame, and I soon chang'd my Mind. Should he employ all his wit in deceiving, Stretch his Invention, and artfully feign; I find such Charms, such true Joy in believing, I'll have the Pleasure, let him have the Pain. If he proves Perjur'd, I shall not be Cheated, He may deceive himself, but never me; 'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated, For I'll be as false and inconstant as he. A Thousand Thousand ways we'll find To Entertain the Hours; No Two shall e're be known so kind, No Life so Blest as ours.