Classic Poem

To the kind powr who taught me how to sing
Thus with the first of all wch he bestowd
Did ancient piety approach the God.

Defended long by prejudice & pride
Ive fancyd love a cant its god defyd
but bravely you assert yr monarchs reign
wound with a look & wth a word inchain
I feel th' enchanting pain wth pleasure bow
& surely fair Aminta none but you
Can slav'ry give yet make it lovely too