Classic Poem

To Lyce the Punk.

So, Lyce, now my Pray'rs are heard at last
The Fates, I thank 'em, have my wishes blest:
I pray'd thou mightst be old, and so thou art;
Age with a vengeance now has done its part:
Yet thou pretendst to charms, and spite of time,
Still keepst the Affectation of thy Prime:

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Whither (alas!) are now those Beauties fled
Which heretofore our sparks in triumph led
What is of that young lively blush become
Fresher than Infant Roses in their Bloom:
Search thro the world, from London to Japan,
From thence round to Peru, and back again,
You'l find at last but few, a very few,
Who can discern 'twixt good that's truely so ...