_Thus I stand like the_ Turk, _with his Doxies around_; _From all Sides their Glances his Passion confound_; _For Black_, _Brown_, _and Fair_, _his Inconstancy burns_, _And the different Beauties subdue him by turns_: _Each calls forth her Charms to provoke his Desires_: _Though willing to all_, _with but one he retires_. _But think of this Maxim_, _and put off your Sorrow_, _The Wretch of To-day_, _may be happy To-morrow_. Chorus. _But think of this Maxim_, &c.