The
CAUTIOUS
LOVERS
.
SIlvia
,
let's
from
the
Croud
retire
;
For
,
What
to
you
and
me
(
Who
but
each
other
do
desire
)
Is
all
that
here
we
see
?
Apart
we'll
live
,
tho'
not
alone
;
For
,
who
alone
can
call
Those
,
who
in
Desarts
live
with
One
,
If
in
that
One
they've
All
?
The
World
a
vast
Meander
is
,
Where
Hearts
confus'dly
stray
;
Where
Few
do
hit
,
whilst
Thousands
miss
The
happy
mutual
Way
:
Where
Hands
are
by
stern
Parents
ty'd
,
Who
oft
,
in
Cupid's
Scorn
,
Do
for
the
widow'd
State
provide
,
Before
that
Love
is
born
:
Where
some
too
soon
themselves
misplace
;
Then
in
Another
find
The
only
Temper
,
Wit
,
or
Face
,
That
cou'd
affect
their
Mind
.
Others
(
but
oh
!
avert
that
Fate
!
)
A
well-chose
Object
change
:
Fly
,
Silvia
,
fly
,
ere
'tis
too
late
;
Fall'n
Nature's
prone
to
range
.
And
,
tho'
in
heat
of
Love
we
swear
More
than
perform
we
can
;
No
Goddess
You
,
but
Woman
are
,
And
I
no
more
than
Man
.
Th'
impatient
Silvia
heard
thus
long
;
Then
with
a
Smile
reply'd
:
Those
Bands
cou'd
ne'er
be
very
strong
,
Which
Accidents
divide
.
Who
e'er
was
mov'd
yet
to
go
down
,
By
such
o'er-cautious
Fear
;
Or
for
one
Lover
left
the
Town
,
Who
might
have
Numbers
here
?
Your
Heart
,
'tis
true
,
is
worth
them
all
,
And
still
preferr'd
the
first
;
But
since
confess'd
so
apt
to
fall
,
'T
is
good
to
fear
the
worst
.
In
ancient
History
we
meet
A
flying
Nymph
betray'd
;
Who
,
had
she
kept
in
fruitful
Crete
,
New
Conquests
might
have
made
.
And
sure
,
as
on
the
Beach
she
stood
,
To
view
the
parting
Sails
;
She
curs'd
her
self
,
more
than
the
Flood
,
Or
the
conspiring
Gales
.
False
Theseus
,
since
thy
Vows
are
broke
,
May
following
Nymphs
beware
:
Methinks
I
hear
how
thus
she
spoke
,
And
will
not
trust
too
far
.
In
Love
,
in
Play
,
in
Trade
,
in
War
They
best
themselves
acquit
,
Who
,
tho'
their
Int'rests
shipwreckt
are
,
Keep
unreprov'd
their
Wit
.