Classic Poem

 Cupid, a while suspend thy Bow;
Thy Quiver o'er thy Shoulders throw:
Hear why not our united Force
Can touch Amelia with Remorse.

 Her Eyes, the Seats of Heat and Light,
Her sparkling Eyes are Saphires bright:
Rubies immensely rich compose
Her Lips, that shame the blushing Rose.

 Those Hands are Alabaster fine
Which hold this captive Heart of mine:
No Parian Marble may contest
With that which forms her lovely Breast.

 Her Heart assumes the Diamond's Name;
Within, without, she's all the same:
As tho', to make a finish'd Piece,
Sculpture had rais'd up Rome and Greece .

 Wonder not then a Nymph of Stone
Withstands thy Shafts, and slights my Moan:
Still thou may'st shoot, still I complain,
Our Darts and Sighs are spent in vain!