Classic Poem

While for beauty, love and glory,
She's so exquisitely form'd,
See, see alike the young and hoary,
Crowding where the sweets have swarm'd.
Millions proud of human nature,
As such excellence they see,
Give up folly, spleen and satire,
Led to sense and praise by thee.

She was born for approbation
Which she gives the last and least.
Blushing like the prize carnation,
Shewn at Flora's summer feast
May such sanctity of manners
Soon another Juba gain;
And display the Cyprian banners,
On the top of virtue's fane.