Classic Poem

SUBMITTED TO THE BATH PHYSICIANS .

Y E fam'd physicians of this place,
Hear Strephon's and poor Chloe's case,
Nor think that I am joking;
When she would, he cannot comply,
When he would drink she's not a-dry;
And is not this provoking?

At night, when Strephon comes to rest,
Chloe receives him on her breast,
With fondly-folding arms:
Down, down he hangs his drooping head,
Falls fast asleep, and lies and dead,
Neglecting all her charms.

Reviving when the morn returns,
With rising flames young Strephon burns,
And fain, would fain be doing:
But Chloe now, asleep, or sick,
Has no great relish for the trick,
And sadly baulks his wooing,

O cruel and disast'rous case,
When in the critical embrace
That only one is burning!
Dear Doctors, set this matter right,
Give Strephon spirits over night,
Or Chloe in the morning.