A Lesson of Love

YE Lexicon Critics, whose classical pride,
Plain sense and plain English, as moderns, deride;
Yet WOMAN, dear WOMAN! your minds could improve,
Turn Students to her, take a Lesson of Love.

Ye Rustics who burst from the arms of embrace,
To Beauty's prefer the rude joys of the chace,
So savage a practice no more you'll approve,
When once you have practis'd a Lesson of Love.

At Midnight, ye Topers, when bump'ring your toast,
Be careful of who, and to whom 'tis you boast;
If the tythe of those joys you pretend ye cou'd prove,
Wine wou'd not have power to wean you from Love.

Ye Soldiers who rush thro' the rough-work of war,
As Statesmen may scheme, or as Sovereigns jarr,
Engagements more glorious at home ye may prove,
So set up your standards and list under Love.

Ye Busy in traffick, whose Cent. per Cent. lives,
Can estimate justly all worth—but your Wives;
While th' Interests of Trade you so anxious improve,
You neglect their demands and are bankrupts to Love.

The Life of a Man is Inquietude's reign,
Care, dullness, fatigue, disappointment, and pain;
But clasp the fond Female, those ills she'll remove,
Such Witchcraft has Woman, such Magic is Love.