Classic Poem

C LOE you know, have heard her talk.
I'll tell you what she thinks, my Dear.

Oh! for the man, deserves my love:
Me, like Queen J UNO who adores,
Like Venus , in a rapture eyes.
His fixed gaze, or downward look,
Or starting wildness speaks desire.
Yet fears t' approach; or at my feet
His passion pleads, and in my eye
Like trembling prisoner seeks his fate.
I deign a smile. Intranc'd in love
He rivals J OVE in J UNO'S arms.
I frown. He lightning-blasted shrinks.
My horrors drive his soul aghast.
Again I smile. He thanks his Stars,
And me his Goddess for the grace.
I on the rack of my disdain
May torture him a thousand times:
As oft he whines, and vows, and prays,
And readmitted thinks me kind.

Him would I love: o'er him wou'd rule,
As, J UNO ! thou the heart of J OVE .
Such husband, oh! dear H YMEN ! give.
Nay do. And soon. Or I despair.

Let her despair, and warning be
To you, my blooming I SABEL !
In beauty's sunshine as you sail,
All gay and pleasant! to beware
The rocks and shelves of hated pride.