Classic Poem

Sylvia, forbear the Youth to blame,
Who would have fain with you been bless'd;
The Youth who realy felt a Flame,
Strong as the Words in which express'd;
Who than your Wishes could have been more kind,
And so remain'd as long as Love could bind.

Well you remember how he strove,
How at your Feet he sighing lay,
How many Times you scorn'd his Love,
E'er he receiv'd the dreadful Nay:
But Fire itself, against a Marble Stone,
Will by Degrees do as his Love has done.

Had but your Lips or Eyes betray'd
A Heart inclin'd to yield at length,
Like Soldiers, when a Breach is made,
He had renew'd his half spent Strength.
But two long Years to lie entrench'd in vain,
What Gen'ral would a longer Siege maintain?