Classic Poem

EPIGRAM on a Lady who shed her Water at seeing the Tragedy of C ATO .

Whilst maudlin Whigs deplore their C ATO'S Fate,
Still with dry Eyes the Tory C ELIA sate:
But tho' her Pride forbad her Eyes to flow,
The gushing Waters found a Vent below.
Tho' secret yet with copious Streams she mourns,
Like twenty River-Gods with all their Urns.
Let others screw an hypocritic Face,
She shews her Grief in a sincerer Place!
Here Nature reigns, and Passion void of Art;
For this Road leads directly to the Heart.