I.

T HO' Night her deepest Sables spread,
To favour the Deceit;
Tho' you yourself, my lovely Maid,
Conspir'd, I knew the Cheat.

II.

But yet, my charming Nymph, I swear
By that dear stolen Kiss,
That you can cheat me any where,
Or any way but this.

III.

You wonder since each Lover's blind,
How I could Laura know!
But pardon me, severely kind,
They're such, that Cupid 's so.

IV.

Nor think I boast I found the Cheat
By my own, but by your Eyes;
'Twas they for once, free from Deceit,
'Twas they discover'd the Disguise.

V.

'Tis they alone the Sun outshine,
Like his, their Darts are hurl'd;
Like his their Office is divine,
But guide a nobler World.