Classic Poem

Dear Madam, hear my humble suit,
Nor let me sue in vain;
Grant me this my first request
And I'll not ask again,

Be not displeas'd your Brain to tease,
To make up me a Rhyme;
That you're unable, an't a plea,
Nor that you have not Time.

It is, you cannot find a Theme —
To that I will agree;
But write some Lines, and let them be
Address'd alone to me.

If so, I shall throughout my Life
Your Counsels ever prize;
With Joy shall read th' advice you give,
Nor your Reproofs despise.

My vanity you, sure, will blame,
When this to you I hint;
That I should like to see the Verse
You write to me in Print.

If you with this will favour me,
It will one wish supply;
The obligation I shall own, —
I think you won't deny.