O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
How, like a moth, the simple maid Still plays around the flame!
If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.