Know, Cælia you too late betray'd,
Then thus you did the Nymph upbraid;
Love like a Dream usher'd by night,
Flyes the approach of Morning light.
Go falsest of your Sex begone,
Oh! Leave me to my self alone;
She that believes Man when he swears,
Or but regards his Oaths or Pray'rs,
May she, fond she, be most accurst,
Nay more, be subject to his Lust.