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Some subtle Devil, without more ado,

Did certainly this sly Invention brew,

To gull them of their Souls and Money too.

On a False Mistriss.

Arewell false Woman ! know I’ll ever be

J? A dumb Man to thy Sex, and dead to Thee :Thy Breach’s infectious, and thy Presence bringsTo me a thousand sharp and bitter Stings.

Ye Powers Above ! why did you Woman make,Without an Angel, and Within a SnakesThey’re Hell’s chief Engines, by the Devil made.

To heighten and enlarge his growing Trade rThe only Fiend on Earth, the Devil’s Friend,

A thousand Souls to Hell they daily fend,

Methinks I hear the Gods cry out aloud,

And these black Words came reeling thro’ a Cloud :Beware false Woman, know floe first beganso ruin and undo the State of Man.

Yet, for Revenge, l’jl now resolve to beA damn’d dissembling Lover, just like Thee :

But all my Business with so vile a Creature,

Shall be, as Close-stools, to ease Nature.

Blefs’d is the Man, and happy is his State,

That laves a Woman at no other Rate.