Classic Poem

What's man but a perfidious creature,
Of an inconstant, fickle nature,
Deceitful, and conceited too,
Boasting more than he can do?

Beware, ye heedless nymphs, beware,
For men will lye, and fawn and swear;
But when they once have gain'd the prize,
Good heav'ns! how they will tyrannize!