Classic Poem

CLOE Tell, dear Aminta, now 'tis over,
How came you to lose your lover?
AMIN . Tell me first how I obtained him.
CLOE O, 'twas youth and beauty gained him.
AMIN . My youth and beauty still remain;
Yet, you see, I have lost the swain.
Ah! my girl, the thing's too certain;
The pangs he felt were for my fortune.
Why — five and forty — thousand — pound
Had given the Great Mogul a wound!
The mighty Czar, had he been living,
Had thought the present worth receiving.
But that delightful South Sea scheme —
That charming, warming, golden dream,
Which made so many fools and knaves,
And left so many well-bred slaves —
Fell to the depths from whence it came,
And quenched at once his towering flame.