FAIR Lady, take a special Care,
This pleasing Toy become no Snare;
The  is full of Wiles,
And mischiefs most, when most he smiles:
Beware to clasp him in your Arms,
Nor gaze too much upon his Charms;
Lest in a borrow'd Shape he wound,
As once unhappy DIDO found;
For, while she view'd his smiling Look,
Her Heart receiv'd a fatal Stroke.