Classic Poem

Custom, in this small article I find
What strong ascendance thou hast o'er the mind.
My friend's advice the first inducements were:
‘Take it,’ said she, ‘it will your spirits cheer.’
All resolute the offered drug to take,
But in the trial sickened with my hate.
By repetition I was brought to bear,
Then rather liked, now love it too, too dear.
Be careful, oh, my soul! how thou let'st in
The baneful poison of repeated sin;
Never be intimate with any crime,
Lest Custom makes it amiable in time.