Tell me no more

Tell me no more I am deceived,

That Chloe's false and common:

By heaven, I all along believed

She was a very woman.

As such I liked, as such caressed,

She still was constant when possessed,

She could do more for no man.

But oh! her thoughts on others ran,

And that you think a hard thing,

Perhaps she fancied you the man,

And what care I one farthing.

You think she's false, I'm sure she's kind;

I take her body, you her mind,

Who has the better bargain?