Classic Poem

Aurora , now thou show'st thy blushing light
(Which oft to hope lays out a guileful bait,
That trusts in time to find the way aright
To ease those pains which on desire do wait),

Blush on for shame that still with thee do light
On pensive souls (instead of restful bait)
Care upon care (instead of doing right)
To overpressed breasts, more grievous weight.

As O! myself, whose woes are never light,
Tied to the stake of doubt, strange passions bait;
While thy known course, observing Nature's right,
Stirs me to think what dangers lie in wait.
For mischiefs great, day after day doth show;
Make me still fear thy fair appearing show.