When I have often heard young maids complaining

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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