Classic Poem

That nature's every where the same,
Each passing day discovers;
For that in me
Some charms they see,
Behold me, though a country dame,
Leading a crowd of lovers.

II.

My sporting squire to keep at bay
The course I'll double over,
Whilst he, intent
On a wrong scent,
Shall always find me stole away
When he cries " Hark to cover.
"
III.

With new-coin'd oaths, my grenadier
May think to storm and bluster,
And swear, by Mars,
My eyes are stars,
That light to love: — he'll soon find here
Such stuff will ne'er pass muster.

IV.

Thus will I serve those I distrust,
First laugh at, then refuse 'em:
But, ah! not so
My shepherd Joe?
He like Adonis look'd, when first
I press'd him to my bosom.