Classic Poem

I.

It is my Choice of Mistresses,
That ineffectual makes my Love,
Thus, if my Choice now, were but less
More wou'd my Satisfaction prove.

II.

The She-Fool, or the Witty'st one,
Alike still, must I love or hate,
Since one pulls up her Coats too soon, —
As t'other makes me hers, too late.

III.

One's Forwardness, makes me, to be
More backward to her in my Love;
So backward t'other is to me,
I forward to her, cannot prove.

IV.

Me this, does with her Kindness kill;
And that too, with her Cruelty:
Because I live, one takes it ill;
The t'other, that I for her die.

V.

O! that the Fool were then less kind,
Or that the Wit were to me more;
The Fool wou'd be much more my Friend,
The Wit I much more shou'd adore.

VI.

'Twixt both, I have my Pleasure less,
Enjoy, for both's Love, ne'r an one:
Since me, thus equally, both please,
Alas! I Pleasure have, from none.

VII.

So, like the Rich-Poor Miser, I,
Am but less happy, for my Store;
Under more Want of Love I lie,
As I have to relieve it, more.

VIII.

Since my Store, and Variety,
But my Wants of them more increase
Till more my Pleasures multiply,
My Satisfactions, do the less: