Classic Poem

Since in the Travels of your Thought ,
One , chancing from the rest to stray,
Your Commendations to me brought,
And th' Errand done, would needs away.

Though I could longer entertain
The little Traveller with me,
And wisht for all its fellow-Train ,
And all its pretty Company .

Yet since from me, it needs would part,
I wish'd it back again with you;
But then I wish'd too, that my Heart
Might as its Page , or Lackey go.

I wish'd for flying Coach as brave,
As artificial, and as fair,
As any Thoughts of Fashion have,
When they ride out , to take the Air .

Postilian too, and all things gay ,
As any of the Noble rest ,
The Thoughts Of Quality , that stray
From out the Lodgings of your Breast .

My flying Hat and Pumps I'd try on,
Could I but swift as Post-Thought go;
So like the Post-Divine I'd fly on,
Both wing'd above, and wing'd below.