Stay, lovely Youth, delay thy Choice;
Take heed lest empty Names enthrall thee;
Attend to Cytherea's voice;
Lo! I who am Love's Mother call thee.
Far from thee be anxious Care,
And racking Thoughts that vex the Great:
Empire's but a guilded Snare,
And fickle is the Warriour's Fate,
One only Joy Mankind can know,
And Love alone can that bestow.
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