For he’ll court you, then he’ll leave you
Poor, deluded, to lament.
Formed by nature to undo us,
They escape our utmost heed,
Oh! how humble when they woo us,
But how proud when they succeed.
So the Bird when once deluded
By the fowler’s artful snare,
Pines out life, in cage secluded,
Fair ones, while you’re young, beware!