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WIth so much ease ingrateful Swains,
Your faithless vows have cur'd your pains

You think by those your perjuries betray'd,
That all ar… false, or else may so be made?
And ev'ry smile or pleasing word proclaimes,
The coldest Nymph an off…ing to your flames.

Vain S…epherd know that now's the time
To …ff…r for thy boasted crime:
Repeated Vows with me less credit find,
Then smiling Sea's, or the uncertain Wind.
Deep Sighs and frequent tears as things of course,
So common are that they have lost their force.
Thy Passions Truth will best appear
Disguis'd in doubts and guilty fear;
When all the Heart and careful Tongue conceal,
The Sense disorder'd, and the Eyes reveal;
Such dark confusion makes the flame shine bright,
So stars are best discern'd through shades of night.
One stol'n look can better woe,
Then Sighs and Tears and Vowes can doe.
The falsest Hearts like empty Vessels found,
But may thy feign'd; become a real wound,
That thy severer Pennance may declare
How great mens crimes, and womens virtues arse.