Beware! beware! oh, rabid lover,
Who pines for intellect and beauty;
My heart is ice to all your over-
tures, unless I see my duty.
For Betsey Bobbet I’ll remain,
Unless I see my duty plain.
Come not with keys of rank and splendor,
My heart’s cold portals to unlock;
’Tis vain to search for feelin’s tender—
Too late you’ll find you’ve struck a rock.