Goe turne away those Cruell Eyes
For they have quite undone me
They usd me for to tyranize
When just their glances woon me [BS]
But 'tis the custome of you men
False men, thus to deceive us
They love but till we love againe
and then they quickly leave us. [CC]

Goe let alone my heart and me
that thou hast thus affrighted
I had not thought I should have beene
by thee thus ill requited [BS]
But now I find tis I must prove
that men have not compassion
when we are won; nor ever love
poore weomen but for Fashion