Classic Poem

I.

You saw, my Cloi, t'other day
How Phillis by untimely Fate.
From Corydon , was snatch'd away,
From Corydon , once happy, Mate.

II.

How frightful did pale, gastly Death
Sit in each Feature of her Face?
So must you once resign your Breath,
Depriv'd, like her, of ev'ry Grace.

III.

That Beauty , so divinely bright,
Which with such Ardour I adore,
Those Eyes , that seem the Source of Light,
O horrid Thought! must be no more.

IV.

The proudest Fair , each Sex, and Age
Before the cruel Tyrant fall;
Like Love himself in his blind rage
Indifferent he strikes at all.

V.

Then let's enjoy the little while
The Pow'rs allow, e'er hence we move:
Nought can the Cares of Life beguile
Like Mirth , and Truth , and equal Love .