Classic Poem

Vertue alone did guide thy Actions here,
Thou by no other Card thy Life didst steer:
No sly decoy would serve,
To make thee from its rigid Dictates swerve,
Thy Love ne'er thought her worse
Because thou hadst so few Competitors.
Thou couldst adore her when ador'd by none
Content to be her Votary alone:
When 'twas proscrib'd the unkind World
And to blind Cells and Grotto's hurld,
When thought the Fantom of some crazy Brain,
Fit for grave Anchorets to entertain,
A thin Chimaera , whom dull Gown-Men frame
To gull deluded Mortals with an empty Name.