Classic Poem

Those who the Godhead's soft Behests obey,
Steal from their Pillows unobserv'd away;
On tiptoe traverse unobserv'd the Floor;
The Key turn noiseless, and unfold the Door:
In vain the jealous each Precaution take,
Their speaking Fingers Assignations make.
Nor will the God impart to all his Aid:
Love hates the fearful, hates the lazy Maid;
But through sly Windings, and unpractis'd Ways,
His bold Night-Errants to their Wish conveys:
For those whom He with Expectation fires,
No Ambush frightens, and no Labour tires;
Sacred the Dangers of the Dark they dare,
No Robbers stop them, and no Bravoes scare.
Tho' wintery Tempests howl, by Love secure,
The howling Tempest I with ease endure:
No watching hurts me, if my Delia smile,
Soft turn the Gate, and beckon me the while.

She's mine. Be blind, ye Ramblers of the Night,
Lest angry Venus snatch your guilty Sight:
The Goddess bids her Votaries Joys to be
From every casual Interruption free:
With prying Steps alarm us not, retire,
Nor glare your Torches, nor our Names inquire:
Or if ye know, deny, by Heaven above,
Nor dare divulge the Privacies of Love.
From Blood and Seas vindictive Venus sprung,
And sure Destruction waits the blabbing Tongue!