Classic Poem

Quæritis unde mihi toties seribantur Amores? Prop.

Ask ye, why I, so often, write of Love?
And why my Thoughts, in amorous Numbers, move?
My Flowing Measures, and Poetic Fires,
Nor Phœbus nor Calliope inspires:
C ECIL I saw: C ECIL to Verse invites;
Who sees Her Love ; and every Lover Writes .

 She is my Theme; All other Nymphs, Adieu;
In Cecil every Female Charm I view.
So! The Bless'd Apple , on Barbado 's Coast,
Alone, can various Elegancies Boast;
From the same Source, the different Tastes arise,
And the Same F RUIT A whole D ESSERT supplies.