Classic Poem

Cloe, as sweet as vernal Flow'rs,
Lov'd Partner of my softer Hours,
As Venus fair, as Turtles kind,
Airy, and wanton as the Wind;
That you may still more charming prove,
Behold soft Ovid 's Art of Love!
But who, that to the Combat goes,
Against himself e'er arm'd his Foes?
If you are true , as you profess,
This ne'er can make you; love me less ;
If, false , you wou'd in Art excell,
'Twill teach you to deceive me well.