Parody

Trust not WOMAN she'll beguile you, All her smiles are form'd by art; First she'll flatter then exile you, Sighing with a broken heart!

Form'd by nature to pursue us, They outstrip the fleetest men;— Ah! how sweet they bill and coo us, But how proud they triumph then!

So the FISH the bait admiring, On the angler's fatal snare. Gasps out life in pangs expiring;— LOVERS, of the hook, beware!