Classic Poem

Why do you dwell so long in clouds,
And smother your best graces?
'Tis time to cast away those shrouds,
And clear your manly faces.
Do not behave yourselves like spies
Upon the ladies here;
On even terms go meet their eyes,
Beauty and Love shine there.
You tread dull measures thus alone,
Not satisfy delight;
Go kiss their hands and make your own
With every touch more white.