 | Sir Anthony Love : or, The Rambling Lady |  |
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A SONG in the Second Act.
I.
Pursuing Beauty, Men descryThe distant Shore, and long to prove
(Still richer in Variety)
The Treasures of the Land of Love.
II.
We Women, like weak Indians, standInviting, from our Golden Coast,
The wandring Rovers to our Land:
But she, who Trades with 'em, is lost.
III.
With humble Vows they first begin.Stealing, unseen, into the Heart;
But by Possession setled in,
They quickly act another part.
IV.
For Beads, and Baubles, we resign,In Ignorance, our shining Store,
Discover Nature's richest Mine,
And yet the Tyrants will have more.
V.
Be wise, be wise, and do not try,How he can Court, or you be Won:
For Love is but Discovery,
When that is made, the Pleasure's done.
| Sir Anthony Love : or, The Rambling Lady | |