Classic Poem

Nymph, would you learn the only art
To keep a worthy lover's heart?
First, to adorn your person well,
In utmost cleanliness excel,
And though you must the fashions take,
Observe them but for fashion's sake.

The strongest reason will submit
To virtue, honour, sense, and wit.
To such a nymph the wise and good
Cannot be faithless if they would:
For vices all have different ends,
But virtue still to virtue tends.
And when your lover is not true,
'Tis virtue fails in him or you:
And either he deserves disdain,
Or you without a cause complain.
But here Vanessa cannot err,
Nor are these rules applied to her:
For who could such a nymph forsake
Except a blockhead or a rake,
Or how could she her heart bestow
Except where wit and virtue grow.

A fig for partridges and quails--
Ye dainties, I know nothing of ye,
But on the highest mount in Wales
Would choose in peace to drink my coffee.