Classic Poem

No, no, it cannot be; for who e'r set
A Blockhouse to defend a Garden yet?
Roses ne'r chide my boldness when I go
To crop their Blush; why should your Cheeks do so?
The Lillies ne'r deny their Silk to men;
Why should your Hands push off, and draw back then?
The Sun forbids me not his Heat; then why
Comes there to Earth an Edict from your Eye?
I smell Perfumes, and they ne'r think it sin;
Why should your Breath not let me take it in?
A Dragon kept the Golden Apples; true;
But must your Breasts be therefore kept so too?
All Fountains else flow freely, and ne'r shrink;
And must yours cheat my Thirst when I would drink?
Where Nature knows no prohibition,
Shall Art prove Anti-Nature, and make one?
But O we scorn the profer'd Lip and Face;
And angry Frowns sometimes add quicker Grace
Than quiet Beauty: 'tis that melting kiss
That truly doth distill immortall Bliss
Which the fierce struggling Youth by force at Length
Doth make the purchase of his eager strength;
Which, from the rifled weeping Virgin scant
Snatch'd, proves a Conquest, rather than a Grant.
Beleeve't not: 'tis the Paradox of some One,
That in Old time did love an Amazon ,
One of so stiff a Temper, that she might
Have call'd him Spouse upon the Marriage night;
Whose Flames consum'd him lest some one might be
Seduc'd hereafter by his Hereste:
That you are Fair and spotless, makes you prove
Fitter to fall a Sacrifice to Love:
On tow'rds his Altar then, vex not the Priest;
'Tis Ominous if the Sacrifice resist.
Who conquers still, and ransacks, we may say
Doth not Affect, but rather is in Pay.
But if there must be reall Lists of Love,
And our Embracing a true wrestling prove,
Bare, and Annoint you then: for, if you'l do
As Wrestlers use, you must be naked too.