Classic Poem

Your eyes were made for laughter;
— — Sorrow befits them not;
Would you be blithe hereafter,
— — Avoid the lover's lot.

The rose and lily blended
— — Possess your cheeks so fair;
Care never was intended
— — To leave his furrows there.

Your heart was not created
— — To fret itself away,
By being unduly mated
— — To common human clay.

But hearts were made for loving —
— — Confound philosophy!
Forget what I've been proving,
— — Sweet Phyllis, and love me!