Classic Poem

Why think'st thou (fool) thy Beauties rayes,
Should flame my colder heart;
When thy disdain shall several wayes,
Such piercing blasts impart?

Seest not those beams that guild the day,
Though they be hot and fierce,
Yet have nor heat nor power to stay,
When winds their strength disperse.

So though thy Sun heats my desire,
Yet know thy coy disdain
Falls like a storm on that young fire,
So blowes me cool again.