Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.
To friendship every burden's light.
Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.
From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.