Flavia, since Conquest is your Aim,
I'll point you out the Way;
And give you an unerring Scheme,
For universal Sway.

Since Nature gave a Form so fair,
Why will you practise Art?
Which serves, too oft, to shew the Snare,
And warn the heedless Heart.
Those Eyes could never fail to kill;
But lose their Force by too much skill.
Learn then to captivate the Age,
From beauteous, unaffected PAGE.