Classic Poem

In vain, my Damon , you look pale, and write,
Languish all Day, and sigh away the Night;
For while these inconsistent Forms you try,
She thinks you rival her Inconstancy.
Then show the Man again, and re-assume
The sprightly Pride of One-and-twenty's Bloom:
With Courage take her in your longing Arms,
And when she's conquer'd, she must yield her Charms.

L ONG thus in borrow'd Shapes Vertumnus strove
To cheat the fair Pomona into Love;
Yet still he try'd his Fallacies in vain,
She mock'd the Soldier, and she scorn'd the Swain;
But when his proper Form the God confess'd,
Yielding, she clasp'd him to her panting Breast.