Classic Poem

You've heard it, and read it, a million of times,
That men are made up of delusions , and crimes .
Look over old stories, and search all the new ,
You'll find, in love-trusts , not a man of us, true.
Then, why this reproachful , and termagant face?
Why so feelingly fierce , for another's disgrace?
Oh! I learn, by your blush , the true cause of your pain,
You were bit , by the tooth against which you complain .
What a pity, this sense of a sufferer's fate,
Came a little too home , and a good deal too late!
Had you felt, for a friend , e'er yourself was betray'd,
Such a well-tim'd concern might have made you afraid;
And the caution your own , tho' another's , the evil ,
You had safely defy'd love, old apes , and the devil .