ADDRESSED TO THE LADIES .

Y E fair ones, who long for the conjugal state,
And wish to be join'd to a soft-cooing mate,
Desirous that all should be humbled by you,
I'll tell you the Padlock to keep the Heart true.

'Tis not affectation that makes you divine,
'Tis not for your beauty men bow at your shrine,
'Tis your mind any person of judgment will view, —
Art is not the Padlock to keep the Heart true.

You're deck'd by the Graces, by Nature adorn'd,
And these will prevail, when finesse is but scorn'd;
Good-sense and behaviour all beauty outdo, —
The outside is no Padlock to keep the Heart true.

Tho' the blush of the rosebud is seen on your cheek,
Tho' Queen of all Hearts, yet be modest and meek,
Bright wit and good humour will add to your hue,
And will prove the best padlock to keep the heart true.

Seem unconscious, ye fair! of the charms you possess,
For the prouder you are, they'll admire you the less,
When airs are but scoff'd, and ill-temper won't do, —
G OODNATURE'S the Padlock to keep the Heart true.