Classic Poem

Methinks these shades, strange thoughts suggest,
Which heat my head, and cool my brest,
And mind me of a lawrell crest.

Methinks I hear the muses sing,
And see em all dance in a ring,
And call upon me to take wing.

We will say they assist thy flight,
Till thou reach fair Orindas height,
If thou canst this worlds follys slight.

We'll bring thee to our bright aboads,
Amongst the Heroes, and the Gods
If thou and wealth, can be at odds,

Then gentle maid, cast off this chain,
Which links thee to thy faithless swain,
And vow a virgin to remain.

Write, write, thy vow upon this tree,
By us it shall recorded be,
And thou fam'd to eternity.

When I these harmless lines had read,
Methought my uncouth guardian said,
———unluckey maid
Since, since thou has the muses chose,
Hymen and fortune are thy foes,
Thou shalt have Cassandras fate,
In all thou sayst unfortunate,
The god of wit, gave her this curss
And Fortune gives thee, that and worse,
In all thou doest, though ne'er so good,
By all the world misunderstood.
In best of actions, be dispis'd,
And foolls and knaves, above thee pris'd.
Foes like serpents his and bite thee,
All thy friends agree to slight thee
Love and lovers, give thee pain,
For they and thou shallt love in vain,
Either death shall from thee take em,
Or they thee, or thou forsake em,
Thy youth and fortune, vainly spend,
And in thy age, have not a friend,
Thy whole life pass in discontent,
In want, and wo, and banishment.
Be broken under fortunes wheell,
As proverb goes, lead Apes in Hell.
At this harangue, my grief was so extream,
That I awak'd and glad it prov'd a dream.