Classic Poem

Some Fools who the great Art of giving want,
Deflower their Largess with too slow a Grant;
Where the deluded Suitor dearly buys
What hardly can defray
The Expence of Importunities,
Or the Suspense of torturing Delay:
Here was no need of tedious Pray'rs to sue,
Or thy too backward Kindness woo.
It moved with no formal State,
Like theirs whose Pomp does for intreaty wait:
But met the swift'st Desires half way;
And Wishes did well-nigh anticipate;
And then as modestly withdrew,
Nor for its due Reward of Thanks would stay.