To a Young LADY, who had a CUPID given Her.

To a Young LADY, who had a CUPID given Her.

FAIR Lady, take a special Care, This pleasing Toy become no Snare; The subtle God 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.