Classic Poem

Who knows but Jove , in this Disguise,
Once more his Deity belies?
And from Olympus to thy Breast
Descends, to be supremely blest?
Why wilt thou then, aspiring Fair,
Indulge the latent Danger there;
When, were the God confess'd, thy Frame
Could not sustain his furious Flame?

Or grant that Form thy Fav'rite's own;
That Puss enjoys thy Heart alone:
I mourn those warm Caresses lost
On an Insensible — — at most!

Fair Nymph, prefer the safer Mean!
Man comes familiarly between — —
Man , not so fiercely bright as Jove ,
Yet turn'd as happily for Love — —
Man , far above the mousing Kind,
Yet of a no less humble Mind — —
Upon thy Smiles let Strephon live;
And Joy at once receive and give!