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| FLUTTERING lovers, giddy boys, | |
| Sighing soft for Hymen’s joys, | |
| Would you shun the tricking arts, | |
| Beauty’s traps for youthful hearts, | |
| Would you treasure in a wife, | 5 |
| Riches, which shall last through life; | |
| Would you in your choice be nice, | |
| Hear Minerva’s sage advice. | |
| Be not caught with shape, nor air, | |
| Coral lips, nor flowing hair; | 10 |
| Shape and jaunty air may cheat, | |
| Coral lips may speak deceit. | |
| Girls unmask’d would you descry, | |
| Fix your fancy on the eye; | |
| Nature there has truth design’d, | 15 |
| ’T is the eye, that speaks the mind. | |
| Shun the proud, disdainful eye, | |
| Frowning fancied dignity, | |
| Shun the eye with vacant glare; | |
| Cold indifference winters there. | 20 |
| Shun the eager orb of fire, | |
| Gloating with impure desire; | |
| Shun the wily eye of prude, | |
| Looking coy to be pursued. | |
| From the jilting eye refrain, | 25 |
| Glancing love, and now disdain. | |
| Fly the fierce, satiric eye, | |
| Shooting keen severity; | |
| For nature thus, her truth design’d | |
| And made the eye proclaim the mind. | 30 |
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