Sincerity, what are thy Views; br No more my Breast attend. br By thee, alas! we often lose, br But seldom gain a Friend. br br No more with dang'rous Zeal presume br To warn whom you esteem: br Be wise, or I foresee your Doom; br Impertinence you'll seem. br br A thousand Ills from thee I've found; br A thousand more I fear. br In Worlds like this, should you abound? br What Bus'ness have you here? br br But if you still must haunt my Breast, br To Desarts we'll repair; br Or seek the Mansions of the Blest; br They know your Value there.