Oh! had a lover serv'd me so,
In spite of all his merit,
I would be well reveng'd, and shew,
Tho' I lov'd, I still had spirit.
To make one a fool,
A mere ninny, a tool,
To flatter, to coax, and to swear,
And then to deceive one,
For a froward minx leave one,
'Tis more than a woman can bear!