The triumph at an end, or, The tyranness defeated. Behold how rashly lovers hurry on upon the point of sure destruction, females are tyrants, for when they see they are admir'd & lov'd, theyl cruel be. When most you shun them, then they most do love, then let all mankind in a mean still move: or if your flame burn bright let then not know it, your hopes are vain'd if you once show it. To a pleasant new tune of, How bright are those &c. Or. Young Jamey.

Abstract

Place and date of publication suggested by Wing. Verse: "How might act thou whose starrey eyes ..." Printed on verso of both items: The sorrowful complaint of conscience and plain-dealing (Wing S4711). Imperfect: Heavy print show through. Reproduction of original in the British Library.