Sonnet (Goe, false one, now I see the cheat)

Goe, false one, now I see the cheat,
Your love was all a Counterfeit,
And I was gall'd to think that you,
Or any she, could long be true.

How could you once so kind appear,
To kiss, to sigh, and shed a tear,
To cherish and caress me so,
And now not let but bid me go?

Oh Woman! Frailty is thy name,
Since she's untrue y'are all to blame,
And but in man no truth is sound:

'Tis a fair Sex, we all must love it,
But (on my conscience) could we prove it,
They all are false ev'n under ground.