Classic Poem

I.

Olivia's lewd, but looks devout,
And Scripture-proofs she throws about,
When first you try to win her:
But pull your fob of guineas out;
Fee Jenny first, and never doubt
To find the saint a sinner.

II.

Baxter by day is her delight:
No chocolate must come in sight
Before two morning chapters:
But, left the spleen should spoil her quite,
She takes a civil friend at night
To raise her holy raptures.

III.

Thus oft'we see a glow-worm gay
At large her fiery tail display,
Encourag'd by the dark;
And yet the sullen thing all day
Sung in the lonely thicket lay,
And hid the native spark.