Classic Poem

I.

The Grave and Dull I did despise,
Now most my Spleen and Envy move;
Whom Want of Sense has made so Wise,
As to live Ignorant of Love;

II.

So Fools, the Wise Turks reverence,
Whose Want of Sense and Wit, secures
Them from those Troubles, too much Sense,
For the too Knowing still procures;

III.

Since Fools in this World, as elsewhere
Are, from their Want of Sense, most Blest;
Love's Pains or Flames, they feel noThere,
But have their Sensless Souls at Rest;

IV.

So you, Divine Thing! and my Fate,
But like the Destinies above,
Believing Fools in Bliss estate,
Make our Sense, your Doubt of our Love;

V.

If they prove to you most their Love,
Who have the most Sense yours to know,
They who have most Sense, most shou'd prove,
Knowing you most, most Love for you.