Classic Poem

Indeed my Fidelia now you are mounted
And pagasus nere before was so vain
For of all the fair votaries which he has recounted
He marks you the brightest and best of his train
But the muse never told you Emelia was jealous
Who modestly bows to the shrine of your merit
And but ventur'd to hint that two such sweet fellows
Should not be monop'lizd till you were all spirit
With your wit and your beauty I cannot contend
Both shepherds have felt them, to me it is clear
But to cause them to swear it I dare not pretend
Nor needs there an oath to prove it sincere
Each word and each look the truth must reveal
That what you so prize to your wishes are given
Then tell me I pray what a mortal must feel
When an angel like you supplants them in heaven