Men Would Quake In Their Opium Hearts Poem by Mark Heathcote

Men would quake in their opium hearts to meet
a beauty, in whose pleasing narcotic glance
all the spheres of this primate's earth would beguile
in whose doe-eyed glances Goddess graces dance.
Forever's-are-here confined to them awhile,
whose tyranny it is never to maltreat
if they espied, that orbit she should, reside-
nightly, they would give-their-all for a perchance.
Just one gaze from her tempting eyes so sweet
such wretched, wantonness, do we pray, by chance.
Such is the grandeur these angels can entreat
such does the zodiac lovers-tears-chide.
Hapless nature isn't so hot to soothe, prove
-the commits graveside-plot of endless love.