1.
|: Girls, beware---shun sly Cupid,
In his smiles his arrows lie;
Can you be so dull and stupid,
As to listen to his sigh? :|
Should you press him to your bosom,
He will sting you for your pains;
So beware---Hope's young blossom,
Oft the thorn of Love retains.

2.
|: Men are false, fickle, roving,
Sighs they have for every one;
Always, pleading---never loving,
Tho' they swear their hearts are gone. :|
Sooner would I trust the billow,
Wand'ring o'er the sunlit sea;
So beware---wreath no willow,
O'er thy brow's serenity.

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