Classic Poem

As Cloe was wantonly strolling one day,
At a Col — l she glanc'd, and her heart flew away;
His person, his lace, and enchanting cockade ,
Like the fly in the fable intangl'd the maid.

She flutter'd a-while, and she strove to be free,
But the longer she strove more intangl'd was she.
The tyrant detain'd her, but cool to her pain,
Insultingly bid her go struggle again.

Of her anger and grief you may guess the increase,
To be caught by a brute and no hopes of release;
Till distracted at last with his insolent air,
She push'd for her freedom and broke the thin snare.

He saw her escape with Ashame and surprize,
The rage and resentment which flew from her eyes;
He knelt and he sigh'd, and pretended to mourn,
Cupid ply'd with her darts till she thought to return.

Venus pity'd her case, and the pain which she felt,
When her still charming col — l repented and knelt:
O think not, my fair , of his crocodile tears,
I'll rid you at once of your love and your fears .

My mischievous urchin no more shall he see,
I've lock'd up his darts , and he's pinn'd to my knee,
I have left him but one and it shall be for you,
It shall strike for your sake a fine fellow and true .

Old H YMEN her passion and spirit approv'd,
And with Venus resolv'd she should love and be lov'd,
Made Æolus blow her affection away,
And gave her a heart she should constantly sway.

Thus the God and the Goddess accomplish'd their task,
The dart did its work, and she'd all she could ask;
Of a man of great honour they made her the wife,
And with fortune and love she was happy for life.