Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!

To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!

So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.

Praising all alike, is praising none.

Can love be controll'd by advice?