Tell me no more I am deceived

Tell me no more I am deceived,
That Chloe's false and common;
I always knew (at least believed)
She was a very woman:
As such I liked, as such caress'd,
She still was constant when possess'd,
She could do more for no man.

But O! her thoughts on others ran;
And that you think a hard thing!
Perhaps she fancied you the man;
And what care I one farthing?
You think she's false, I'm sure she's kind,
I take her face, and you her mind,
Who has the better bargain?