Classic Poem

AW RETCH long tortur'd with Disdain,
That hourly pin'd, but pin'd in vain;
At length the God of Wine addrest,
The Refuge of Awounded Breast.

Vouchsafe, oh Pow'r, thy healing Aid,
Teach me to gain the cruel Maid;
Thy Juices take the Lover's Part,
Flush his wan Looks, and chear his Heart.

Thus to the Jolly God he cry'd;
And thus the Jolly God reply'd,
Give whining o'er, be brisk and gay,
And quaff this sneaking Form away.

With dauntless Mein approach the Fair;
The Way to Conquer is to Dare.
The Swain pursu'd the God;s Advice;
The Nymph was now no longer Nice.

She smil'd, and spoke the Sex's Mind;
When You grow Daring, We grow Kind;
Men to themselves are most severe,
And make us Tyrants by their Fear.