Classic Poem

Bellona the fierce, who held man in disdain,
And despis'd her own sex , to whom love cou'd give pain;
Went to church, in defyance, and met with her fate,
From a pulpited Cupid , who there lay in wait:
But her head was so arm'd, and so hard was her heart ,
That his arrows rebounded, in scorn of his art ,
Then, with voice of revenge , he exalted his pipes ,
Shot in spleen at her belly , and gave her the gripes .
Thus I wound her, cry'd he, in a whimsical place,
'Cause she covers kind wishes , with haughty grimace .
Let her now twist and skrew — 'twill but fasten the dart ;
She has love in her bowels , tho' she hates in her heart.