Catching the Devil

Not while her charms are still in flower,

We'll trust no woman then;

Not till her beauty's gone for good,

Can she be safe with men.

I thought I loved an angel once,

Without one breath of evil-

Till, smiling in my cunning trap,

I saw the very devil!

I set my trap in my friend's face,

With his weak face my glass;

Till, with his looks reflecting hers-

O Lord, how false she was!