Classic Poem

Under Friendship's fair disguise,
Love, in smiling frolic, lies;
Or, affecting anger, now,
Furls like Scorn its wrinkled brow;
Nay, with Hatred's sullen mien,
Crafty Love is frequent seen;
Pity's face too oft it wears,
Bath'd in subtle, well-feign'd tears:
But beware Love's wanton wiles,
O! beware his tears, and smiles;
Love in every form, believe,
Still is Love, and will deceive,