| T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22. | | | | Song: “Tell me no more I am deceived” | | By William Congreve (1670–1729) |
| | | TELL me no more I am deceived, | |
| That Chloe’s false and common; | |
| I always knew (at least believed) | |
| She was a very woman: | |
| As such I liked, as such caressed, | 5 |
| She still was constant when possessed, | |
| She could do more for no man. | |
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| But oh! her thoughts on others ran, | |
| And that you think a hard thing? | |
| Perhaps she fancied you the man; | 10 |
| And what care I one farthing? | |
| You think she’s false. I’m sure she’s kind, | |
| I take her body, you her mind, | |
| Who was the better bargain? | | | | |
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