Forbear Maria, Oh! forbear!
Nor trust to adverse winds;
Let England guard her lovely fair,
Where beauty safety finds.

One Venus has escap'd the sea,
From Neptune's wat'ry cell;
And now he only waits for thee,
Where ev'ry virtue dwell.

Think not to pass his dread domain,
The god in person waits;
And swears his Venus to regain,
And baffle e'en the Fates.