The false one blushes deep, and sighs,
For well the truth she knew!
“You gave to Stephen, vows; nay more
“You gave him favors rare:
“And Lubin is condemn’d to share
“What many others shar’d before!
“A false, capricious, guilty heart,
“Made up of folly, vice, and art,
“Which only takes a wedded mate
“To brand with shame, an husband’s fate.”