Cheat Upon Cheat, or, the Debaucht Hypocrite

Come and hear the strangest Story,
Ever Fortune lay'd before ye,
of a wedding strange but true,
For such a one was never known,
as I will now declare to you.

There was two maids in London-City
One was wanton 'tother witty;
Sue and Sarah were their Names,
It doth appear they married were,
and Sarah tasted Cupids flames.

A Gentleman that lived nigh 'um,
Had a mighty mind to try 'um,
and this Susan did ingage,
That she would go and Court her so,
that she her passion might asswage,

Disguis'd went she, and fell to wooing
Sarah she would needs be doing,
so she quickly gave consent,
They soon agreed to match with speed,
but now poor Sarah doth lament.

Susan strangely was disguised,
Sarahs heart was soon surprized,
so that she did condescend,
She ne'r deny'd to be a Bride,
but her young Lover did commend.

While her joys were thus compleated,
Sarah was extreamly cheated,
which did make her vitals fail,
To bed they went with joynt consent,
and she found a Cat without a Taile.

Now is Sarah much concerned,
But by this some wit she Learned,
though she for it paid full dear,
For from her eyes, with fresh supplies,
down trickles many a brackish tear.

Sarah thought love her befriended,
Tow but mark what this attended,
and twill make you much admire,
That Susan she, so arch should be,
to set poor Sarahs heart on fire.

With Sword & Wigg was Susan dressed
Sarah thought that she was blessed,
with a Gallant none more fair,
But pitty 'twas, a wanton Lass,
should be so much mistaken there.

Now is Sarah discontented,
Her mifortune much lamented,
Maidens then pray have a care,
Lest Susan comes with Sugar plums,
to bring poor damsels into a snare.

Quoth Sarah why would you abuse one,
Whom yuo lov'd deceitful Susan,
why would you me thus betray,
Oh then quoth she, 'twas jollitry,
that made me thus the antick play.

Let no one know how you miscary'd,
How mistaken when you marry'd,
for twill make the world to laugh,
You walkt your round, & then you found
a Constable without a Staff.

Wonder not why this I write you,
To be merry I invite you,
and to none I harm do think,
Let Sarah grieve, Sue did deceive,
which made poor Sarahs heart to sink.

To all Maids let this be a warning,
All are wise that still are learning,
Beauty is a meer decoy,
Then have a care, least Cupids snare,
do make you curse the blinking Boy.