Verse 1
Blooming, heart-bewitching Maid,
Lovely as an opening Flower,
Soon alas, your charms shall fade,
Scarce outlive the morning hour:
Tho’ they scape a fever’s rage,
Envious Time they cannot fly:
Wither’d by decrepit Age,
You and all your charms shall die!
Verse 2
Counsel’d by a friendly Child,
Vertue’s Loveliness to win,
Tender, affable, and mild,
Fair without, be Good within,
Study to oblige and please;
Fair indeed You thus become,
Real charms you thus possess,
Charms that shall for ever bloom!