Classic Poem

E rigone , Celestial Maid!
Kindly impart thy Virgin Aid:
And Mœra , Star! so burning bright!
Her Favourite once, her Lap delight)
To Dony due, accept the Verse,
And help to grace my Dony 's Hearse.
Let Dony , like your Mœra , shine
In Orb above, ye Pow'rs Divine!
She kept Erigone from Harms;
She grac'd and guarded Chloe 's Charms.
Mœra Gone 's Love did boast,
Dony was Chloe 's Favourite Toast:
To him her softrest Things she'd say;
Oft on her downy Breast he lay;
And oft he took a gentle Nap,
Upon her Sleep-inticing Lap.
Most beauteous own'd the Dogs among:
His Eyes so large: His Ears so long!
His Manner Beau ; and Belle his Air:
Mottled and curl'd his lovely Hair.
Ne'er bark'd awake; nor snor'd, reclin'd;
Ne'er prov'd indecent from Behind:
Bred Tip-Top: free from odious Flea ;
Cou'd take a Pinch ; or relish Tea :
Lov'd Chick ; but then so nice was grown,
The Liver only cou'd go down.
Courteous, yet Chaste, h'address'd the Dames;
Strutting the Ladies into Flames;
But, Cupid -like (I mean not Blind )
He kill'd, ne'er cur'd the Female Kind.
Your Censures, ye Profane, forbear;
Dony deserves my saltest Tear:
My Constancy, my Truth's approv'd,
While I lament the Dog I lov'd.
Ah Dony, Dony , did you know
The Grief, the Pain, I undergo;
Dony you'd soon again return,
Nor let your faithful Mistress mourn:
You'd soon obey this pious Call ;
Dear, Melitœan Animal .