That a lover once blest is a lover no more;

Attend to my counsel, nor blush to be taught

That prudence must cherish what beauty has caught.

The bloom on your cheek, and the glance of your eye,

Your roses and lilies may make the men sigh;

But roses, and lilies, and sighs pass away,

And passion will die as your beauties decay.

Use the man that you wed like your fav’rite guitar,

Though music in both, they are both apt to jar;

How tuneful and soft from a delicate touch,