Pursuing beauty, men descry

Pursuing beauty, men descry The distant shore, and long to prove (Still richer in variety) The treasures of the land of love,

We women like weak Indians stand, Inviting from our golden coast The wand'ring rovers to our land; But she who trades with them is lost.

With humble vows they first begin, Stealing unseen into the heart; But by possession settled in, They quickly act another part.

For beads and baubles we resign In ignorance our shining store; Discover nature's richest mine, And yet the tyrants will have more,

Be wise, be wise, and do not try How he can court, or you be won; For love is but discovery; When that in made, the pleasure's done.