Classic Poem

Ah, gaze not on those eyes! forbear
That soft enchanting voice to hear:
Not looks of basilisks give surer death,
Nor syrens sing with more destructive breath.

Fly, if thy freedom thou'dst maintain;
Alas! I feel, th' advice is vain!
A heart, whose safety but in flight does lie,
Is too far lost to have the power to fly.