The Blind Eat Many a Fly

From sweet bewitching tricks of love, Young men your hearts secure, Lest from the paths of sense you rove, In dotage premature, In dotage premature. Look at each lass thro' wisdom glass, Nor trust the naked eye, Gallants beware, look sharp, take care, The blind eat many a fly, The blind eat many a fly.

Not only on their hands and necks The borrow'd white you'll find; Some belles, whom interest direct, Can even paint the mind, &c. Joy in distress they can express, Their very tears can lie:

There's not a spinster in the realm But all mankind can cheat, Down to the cottage from the helm, The learn'd, the brave, the great, &c. With lovely looks, and golden hooks, T'entangle us they try:

Could we with ink the ocean fill, Was earth of parchment made, Was ev'ry single stick a quill; Each man a scribe by trade, &c. To write the tricks of half the sex Would drain that ocean siry: