Classic Poem

Come ev'ry fav'rite animal of all
We may a goddess or a beauty call,
Hither with expedious haste repair.
And with your loud complainings fill the ambient air.

Hither come and mourn with me
Pretty Puggy's destiny,
Puggy, the beauty of its kind approv'd,
Envy'd by swains, and by the nymphs belov'd.

Ye sporting Cupids who attend
Divine Cytherea's self, descend!
Descend, and see a weeping goddess bath
Her darling squirrel's corpse
In tears would buy an Alexander's death.

Come, come, around the beauteous Lesbia play,
And try a thousand wanton arts to drive her grief away.