What dire offense from am’rous causes springs,
What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

In tasks so bold can little men engage,
And in soft bosoms dwells such mighty rage?

Some secret truths, from learned pride concealed,
To maids alone and children are revealed.

This to disclose is all they guardian can:
Beware of all, but most beware of Man!

Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;
Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

"Boast not my fall" (he cried) "insulting foe!"
Thou by some other shalt be laid as low
Nor think, to die dejects my lofty mind:
All that I dread is leaving you behind.
Rather than so, ah let me still survive,
And burn in Cupid's flames — but burn alive."