Why will Delia thus retire

   And languish life away?

While the sighing crowds admire,

   ’Tis too soon for hartshorn tea.

All these dismal looks and fretting

   Cannot Damon’s life restore,

Long ago the worms have ate him,

   You can never see him more.

Once again consult your toilette,

   In the glass your face review, [10]

So much weeping soon will spoil it

   And no spring your charms renew.

I like you was born a woman –

   Well I know what vapours mean,

The disease alas! is common,

   Single we have all the spleen.

All the morals that they tell us

   Never cured sorrow yet,

Choose among the pretty fellows

   One of humour, youth and wit. [20]