Phillis, talk no more of passion,
Words alone want pow'r to move;
She that shuns a fair occasion,
Never should pretend to love.

Honour that so oft you mention,
Love possessing once your mind,
Alas! is but a vain pretension
Women use that won't be kind.

Your daily seeking out excuses
Shows too much deceit and art;
In love, who martyrdom refuses
Lives an atheist in her heart.

Fame and honour will deceive ye,
None did e'er uncensur'd go;
Therefore, gentle maid, believe me,
Love's the greatest good we know.