Phillis, this pious talk give o'er, br And modesty pretend no more, br It is too plain an art: br Surely you take me for a fool, br And would by this prove me so dull br As not to know your heart. br br In vain you fancy to deceive; br For truly I can ne'er believe br But this is all a sham, br Since any one may plainly see br You'd only save yourself with me, br And with another damn.