To a Devout Young Woman.

PHillis this mighty zeal asswage,
You over-act your part;
The Martyrs at your tender Age,
Gave Heaven but half their heart.

Old men (till past the pleasure) ne're
Declaim against the sin,
'Tis early to begin to fear
The Devil at fifteen.

The World to Youth is too severe,
And like a treacherous light,
Beauty the Actions of the fair
Exposes to their sight.

And yet this World, as old as 'tis,
Is oft deceiv'd by't too;
Wise Combinations seldom miss,
Let's try what we can do.