SONG LXIX. Advice to PHILLIS

How sweet are the Roses of June, The Pink and the Jessamine Gay, But strip'd of their Blossoms how soon, How sudden those Sweets will decay, Just such is the Maid in her Prime, Adorn'd with the Bloom of Fifteen, But robb'd of her Beauty by Time, No Traces of Youth can be seen.

Then Phillis be wise whilst you may, To Damond's Addresses prove kind, Relent or believe what I say, Too late you will alter your Mind, When next the fond Youth shall declare, The Passion that glows in his Breast, With him to the Altar repair, Nor longer refuse to be blest.