Classic Poem

Were I invited to a nectar feast
In heaven, and Venus named me for her guest;
Though Mercury the messenger should prove,
Or her own son, the mighty God of Love;
At the same instant let but honest Tom
From Sylvia's dear terrestrial lodging come,
With look important say— desires — at three
Alone—your company—to drink some tea:
Though Tom were mortal, Mercury divine,
Though Sylvia gave me water, Venus wine,
Though heaven was here, and Bow Street lay as far
As the vast distance of the utmost star;
To Sylvia's arms with all my strength I'd fly,
Let who would meet the beauty of the sky.