Classic Poem

Stay , coward blood, and do not yield
To thy pale sister beauty's field,
Who, there displaying round her white
Ensigns, hath usurp'd thy night,
Invading thy peculiar throne,
The lip, where thou shouldst rule alone;
And on the cheek, where Nature's care
Allotted each an equal share,
Her spreading lily only grows,
Whose milky deluge drowns thy rose.
Quit not the field, faint blood, nor rush
In the short sally of a blush
Upon thy sister foe, but strive
To keep an endless war alive:
Though peace do petty states maintain,
Here war alone makes beauty reign.