Classic Poem

While I, as Faunus us'd of old,
 The awkward, rural Nymphs pursue,
Who sometimes kind ; but oftner cold ,
Now hugg , and kiss ; now scratch , and scold ,
 And make me black , and blew .
While thus in Ditch , or under Hedge
Of Love we give the surest Pledge ,
 Expos'd to Wind , and Weather ,
May you , and bright Lavinia play
On Velvet Couches all the Day,
 And toy at Ease together!
Still may the charming Nymph inspire
New Vigour , new Poetic Fire,
While we the tuneful, happy Swain admire.