Classic Poem

T IR'D with the frequent Mischiefs of her Eyes,
To distant Climes the fair Belinda flies.
She sees her spreading Flames consume around,
And not another Conquest to be found.
Secure in foreign Realms at will to reign,
She leaves her Vassals here with proud Disdain.
One only Joy which in her Heart she wears,
The dear Companion of her Flight she bears.
Æneas thus a burning Town forsook,
Thus into Banishment his Gods he took:
But to retrieve his native Troy 's Disgrace,
Fix'd a new Empire in a happier Place.