Aphra Behn - The Defiance lyrics

By Heaven, 'tis false, I am not vain; And rather would the subject be Of your indifference, or disdain, Than wit or raillery. Take back the trifling praise you give, And pa** it on some other fool, Who may the injuring wit believe, That turns her into ridicule. Tell her, she's witty, fair, and gay, With all the charms that can subdue: Perhaps she'll credit what you say; But curse me if I do. If your diversion you design, On my good-nature you have prest: Or if you do intend it mind, You have mistook the jest.