Exercise thy lasting youth defends.
How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much
To frame the little animal, provide All the gay hues that wait on female pride: Let Nature guide thee; sometimes golden wire The shining bellies of the fly require; The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail.
Can love be controll'd by advice?