Classic Poem

From the Cradle to the Grave
Mighty Love does all inslave.
First in Miss , and Master 's Brain
He begins his idle reign:
Nymphs , and Swains , and purling Streams,
Rival Knights , and rival Queens ,
Dreams of Pleasure pure as they,
(Symptoms of approaching Day)
In their dawning Fancies play;
Wishes , which in forming dye,
Tender Sighs they scarce know why.
Sighs , at length, awake Desire ,
Love becomes a raging Fire ,
Strongly seizes every Part,
Warms the Blood, and wounds the Heart .
Vows to wounded Hearts give Ease;
They profess, believe and please:
Happy, might they here have stay'd!
Soon, believing, they're betray'd:
Prudent, cou'd they yet give o'er!
Each betrays a hundred more,
Still believing, or believ'd,
Still deceiving, or deceiv'd,
Till, at last, the roving God ,
Squeamish, whimsical, and odd,
Flying from each empty Vein,
Triumphs in the Head again.