Listen , mad girl! for giving ear
May save the eyes hard work:
Tender is he who holds you dear,
But proud as pope or Turk.

Some have been seen, whom people thought
Much prettier girls than you . .
Setting a lover's tears at nought,
Like any other dew;

And some too have been heard to swear,
While with wet lids they stood,
No man alive was worth a tear . .
They never wept . . nor would.