Classic Poem

And to enchant ye more, see every where
About the Roofe a Syren in a Sphere;
(As we think) singing to the dinne
Of many a warbling Cherubim :
O marke yee how
The soule of Nature melts in numbers: now
See, a thousand Cupids flye
To light their Tapers at the Brides bright eye.
To Bed; or her they'l tire,
Were she an Element of fire.