And promises, the Phantom’s Airy
Which falsehood form’d to cheat th’ unwary;
For still deception was his trade,
And though his traffic well was known,
Still, every trophy was his own
Which the proud Victor, Love, display’d.
In short, this Stephen was the bane
Of ev’ry maid,—and ev’ry swain!
Kate had too often play’d the fool,
And now, at length, was caught;