Classic Poem

IN THEIR CLASSICAL DESHABILLE, TWO AT A WINDOW IN GLOUCESTER-PLACE .

I N charms unveil'd, resistless Fair,
Your innocent Actaeon spare!
That mischief hide whose form and hue
Not Age itself can safely view.
No more Elysium there present,
If sight the passion must content!
Put out my eyes! and then I 'm free:
Or let me touch , if I 'm to see!