Classic Poem

Now what avails it that in early bloom,
When light fantastick toys
Are all her sex's joys,
With you she search'd the wit of Greece and Rome,
And all that in her latter days
To emulate her ancient praise
Italia's happy genius could produce,
Or what the Gallick sire
Bright sparkling could inspire,
By all the Graces temper'd and refin'd,
Or what in Britain's isle,
Most favour'd with your smile,
The pow'rs of Reason and of Fancy join'd
To full perfection have conspir'd to raise?
Ah! what is now the use
Of all these treasures that enrich'd her mind,
To black Oblivion's gloom for ever now consign'd?