FORGIVE me Cloe if I dare
Your Conduct disapprove;
The Gods have made you wond'rous Fair,
Not to Disdain, but Love;
Those nice pernicious Forms despise,
That cheat you of your Bliss;
Let Love instruct you to be wise,
Whilst Youth and Beauty is.
Too late you will repent the Time,
You lose by your Disdain;