Felix Dennis

So bittersweet to see the biter bit,
To spy her fearful fury from afar;
And yet, and yet...God hates a hypocrite.

The smiter smitten; how the cap doth fit!
Spoilt tears will serve to salt her caviar;
So bittersweet to see the biter bit.

I would have been her slave, had she the wit,
And worshipped at her feet. Petite bourgeois!
And yet, and yet...God hates a hypocrite.

Her fiancé exposed a counterfeit.
Abandoned at the altar!  Oh-la-la!
So bittersweet to see the biter bit.

Her pompous father polishing his writ —
How fickle friends abhor a falling star;
And yet, and yet...God hates a hypocrite.

I might propose and make and end of it.
A noble sacrifice.  A coup de grâce!
So bittersweet to see the biter bit;
And yet, and yet...God hates a hypocrite.