Classic Poem

TO SOME YOUNG LADIES,

Whether condemn'd to virgin state,
By the superior powers,
Would to your sex prove cruel fate,
I 'm sure it would to ours.

From you the numerous nation spring,
Your breasts our being save,
Your beauties make the youthful sing,
And soothe the old and grave.

Alas! how soon would every wight
Despise both wit and arms;
To primitive old chaos night,
We 'd sink without your charms.

No more our breath would be our care,
Were love from us exil'd;
Sent back to Heaven with all the fair,
This world would turn a wild.

Regardless of these sacred ties,
Wife, husband, father, son,
All government we would despise,
And like wild tygers run.

Then, ladies pardon the mistake,
And with th' accus'd agree,
I beg it for each lover's sake,
Low bended on my knee:

And frankly wish what has been said,
By the audacious youth,
Might be your thought; but I 'm afraid
It will not prove a truth:

For often, ah! you make us groan,
By your too cold disdain;
Then, quarrel with us when we moan,
And rave amidst our pain.