Classic Poem

As Chloris full of harmless thought
Beneath the willows lay,
Kind love a comely shepherd brought
To pass the time away.

She blushed to be encountered so
And chid the amorous swain,
But as she strove to rise and go,
He pulled her back again.

A sudden passion seized her heart
In spite of her disdain;
She found a pulse in every part,
And love in every vein.

"Ah, youth!" quoth she, "What charms are these
That conquer and surprise?
Ah, let me--for unless you please,
I have no power to rise."

She faintly spoke, and trembling lay,
For fear he should comply,
But virgins' eyes their hearts betray
And give their tongues the lie.

Thus she, who princes had denied
With all their pompous train,
Was in the lucky minute tried
And yielded to the swain.

Love a woman? You're an ass!
'Tis a most insipid passion
To choose out for your happiness
The silliest part of God's creation.

Let the porter and the groom,
Things designed for dirty slaves,
Drudge in fair Aurelia's womb
To get supplies for age and graves.

Farewell, woman! I intend
Henceforth every night to sit
With my lewd, well-natured friend,
Drinking to engender wit.

Then give me health, wealth, mirth, and wine,
And, if busy love entrenches,
There's a sweet, soft page of mine
Does the trick worth forty wenches.