Classic Poem

The nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,
No less than a wonder by Nature designed;
She 's the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye,
And the cause of a flame that never can die.

Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,
Has the beautiful blush and the smell of the rose;
Love and destiny both attend on her will,
She wounds with a look, with a frown she can kill.

The desperate lover can hope no redress,
Where beauty and rigour are both in excess;
In Silvia they meet, so unhappy am I,
Who sees her must love, and who loves her must die.

The nymph that undoes me is fair and unkind,
No less than a wonder by Nature designed;
She 's the grief of my heart, the joy of my eye,
And the cause of a flame that never can die.

Her mouth, from whence wit still obligingly flows,
Has the beautiful blush and the smell of the rose;
Love and destiny both attend on her will,
She wounds with a look, with a frown she can kill.

The desperate lover can hope no redress,
Where beauty and rigour are both in excess;
In Silvia they meet, so unhappy am I,
Who sees her must love, and who loves her must die.