Classic Poem

Fair Hebe I left, with a cautious design
To escape from her charms, and to drown them in wine,
I tried it; but found, when I came to depart,
The wine in my head, and still love in my heart.

I repaired to my Reason, entreated her aid;
Who paused on my case and each circumstance weighed,
Then gravely pronounced, in return to my prayer,
That “Hebe was fairest of all that was fair!”

“That's a truth,” replied I, “I've no need to be taught;
I came for your counsel to find out a fault.”
“If that's all,” quoth Reason, “return as you came;
To find fault with Hebe, would forfeit my name.”

What hopes then, alas! of relief from my pain,
While, like lightning, she darts through each throbbing vein?
My Senses surprised, in her favor took arms;
And Reason confirms me a slave to her charms.