Civis and civility, eros and sweet love

Oh,I learned Latin and it’s Greek to me
Amo, amas,amat oh will you soon love tea?
Dryden did translations and  he was very good
Producing splendid verses as a  very  wild poet should
He  tranlated the Aeneid and I have spelled it wrong
Down amid the dunces I am happy  to  belong.

Half the words in English are Latin I  have found
Memento mori, lament glory ,words in which I drown
Mea  culpa, mea culpa,I should have learned by now
Kyrie Eleison is Greek I fear , but how?
Now the Mass in English it  cannot still evoke
The feelings and the spiritual , they both went up in smoke

Civis and civility, eros and sweet love
Will we stay in Pardise wth the holy dove?
Yet we don’t learn Hebrew to recite the Psalms
We don’t  need electric lights to  do a lot of harm
Annulled by  eerie marriage, void and  overspent
I have crossed out history and I didn’t find dissent