Classic Poem

AH ! PHILLIS why that coy reserve?
Dear sweet but cruel maid;
'Tis smiles alone, not frowns, will serve
To heighten beauty's shade.

What tho' those cheeks with crimson glow;
Those lips with rubies vie;
That neck, surpass unsullied snow,
The solar blaze that eye.—

Their momentary charms thou'lt find,
Vain, trifling, flowr's that fade;
Whilst virtue dignifies the mind,
And love exalts the maid.