Classic Poem

'Twas by a purling Stream, beneath a Shade,
Young C HLOE , Cupid , and A LEXIS play'd:
L OVE'S Goddess, with her Doves, sat looking on;
And, smiling, nodded to her wanton Son:
Her wanton Son his keenest Arrow drew:
Swift, to the Swain, the pointed Weapon flew:
Inflexible to Love , the Shepherd stood,
Repell'd the Shaft, and mock'd the baffled God;
Till C HLOE rais'd her Eyes with killing Art,
And shot him with a more pernicious Dart:
Your's is the Victory, A LEXIS cries;
Not Cupid'S Shaft has kill'd, but C HLOE'S Eyes.