Classic Poem

I.

How happy was that Age of Old
When Hearts were neither bought, nor sold?
When each unmercenary She
For Love expected nought but Love;
And when the kind protesting He
His Passion by his Faith did prove:
When Friends each other's Words did take,
And Honesty did all their Bargains make!

II.

Then Look for Look, and Kiss for Kiss,
Was all was giv'n her Love, or his ;
Or for Exchange of Hearts was paid,
By the gen'rous youthful Swain,
To the bright, but artless Maid,
His Love to prove, and Hers to gain:
White Cupid , chang'd from what he was of Old,
Now, like a Negro -Slave, is bought and sold.