Classic Poem

Though when from the bath he goes
Grace and beauty from him flows,
Though to win his body's prize
You would offer both your eyes,
Be not caught by charms like these,
Son of great Megistocles.

He is skilled in all love's wiles,
Many a suitor wins his smiles,
Naught of kindness there you'll see,
Nor of youth's simplicity.
Cruel is he though he's fair;
Fan not the flame; dear friend, beware.