OH! WHAT A PITY!
I
Beauty and Love once met in sunny weather,
“Sweet Boy,” she cried, in her persuasive tone;
“Come we will rove through Pleasure's path together,
Oh! what a pity Love should be alone.”
II
How could young Love suspect when Beauty sought him,
Sorrow was near! Alas! he's very blind!
Day after day her brightest gifts she brought him,
Oh! what a pity Beauty was so kind!
III
Prudence now call'd, and whisper'd “You must only
Trifle with Love, beware your heart's unhurt.”
Cupid was left to thoughts most sad and lonely;
Oh! what a pity Beauty was a flirt!
IV
Ladies beware before you give a lover
Too many smiles, keep prudence within call;
If sorrow come when your flirtation's over,
Oh! what a pity Love must bear it all!
