Betrayd, by Beleefe

Ah, ah! the false fatall tale I read,

When my heart heedlesse and unwise,

First studied, and false commented

On the unknown text of thy lov'd eyes,

When thy glib-running lavish tongue

Showr'd down more oaths thy faith t'avow,

Then morning dews on flowr's are hung,

Or blossoms on the Summer bough:

So was my silly truth betrayd,

By a smooth tongue and winning eye,

Poysons by which ther's many a mayd

Has perisht sure as well as I.