Classic Poem

Of injur'd same, and mighty wrongs receiv'd,
Chloe complains, and wondrously 's aggriev'd.
That free, and lavish of a beauteous face,
The fairest and the foulest of her race;
She 's mine, or thine; and strolling up and down
Sucks in more filth than any sink in Town,
I not deny; this I have said, 't is true:
What wrong! to give so bright a nymph her due.