Classic Poem

I.

Love , which we cannot help, can go
For no Fault, till Presumption 'tis;
Why shou'd you, Men's admiring you,
(If Proud, as you seem) take amiss?

II.

Love without Hope, is Punishment
Enough, for your bold, loving Swain;
Since I ne'r ask'd your Love's Consent,
Why shou'd you give me your Disdain?

III.

If more you'd under-value me,
Your self then over-value so,
As not to let your Pride to be,
My Hinderance from serving you;

IV.

Shou'd I obey you, leave you now,
I shou'd but lessen more your Train;
Since but in vain I follow you,
You, by my Love, but Honour gain;

V.

Indulge your Pride, if not my Love,
Since to me you no Pity show;
My Love in vain your Praise does prove,
Thus honour'd by my Love you grow.