Amintor, ah, thou faithless swain

Amintor, ah, thou faithless swain,

Thus to requite me with disdain:

To cheat a poor shepherdess into belief

And leaving me big with dishonour and grief:

To scorn me and laugh at my pain,

To love me awhile, and scorn me again.

I must confess I was betrayed

By all the solemn vows you made;

Yet do not insult, for it may be your turn

To meet with disdain when you really burn.

If this be the fate, you'll allow

Your punishment's just for breaking your vow!