Classic Poem

Hail to thee, girl, altho' thy nose
Be not of largest size;
Altho' thy foot no beauty shows;
No jetty black thine eyes:

Altho' thy fingers be not long;
Thy lips not over dry;
Not over eloquent thy tongue;
Yet hail, lewd Formian's joy!

And does the province call thee fair?
Must Lesbia yield to thee?
O age of fools beyond compare!
O rank stupidity!