Classic Poem

Clorinda, why this coy restraint,
This force upon your nature?
That love is strong, and reason faint,
Appears in every feature.
No longer then hoard up your charms,
As misers do their gold!
But fly into your lover's arms,
Nor fear reproach till old.
If virtue is a friend to love,
As ancient sages taught,
We then by force of reason prove,
To love is not a fault.