Stay, lovely Youth, delay thy Choice;
Take heed lest empty Names enthrall thee;
Attend to Cytherea's voice;
Lo! I who am Love's Mother call thee.

        Far from thee be anxious Care,
        And racking Thoughts that vex the Great:
        Empire's but a guilded Snare,
        And fickle is the Warriour's Fate,
One only Joy Mankind can know,
And Love alone can that bestow.