If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
Who talks much, must talk in vain.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.