Classic Poem

I must no longer now admire
The coldnesse which possest
Thy snowy Breast,
That can by other Flames be set on Fire;
Poor Love to harsh Disdain betray'd
Is by Ambition thus out-weigh'd.

Hadst thou but known the vast extent
Of Constant Faith, how farre
'Bove all that are
Born slaves to Wealth, or Honours vain ascent;
No richer Treasure couldst thou finde
Than hearts with mutual Chains combin'd.

But Love is too despis'd a name,
And must not hope to rise
Above these ties.
Honour and Wealth out-shine his paler Flame;
These unite Souls, whilst true desire
Unpitied dies in its own Fire.

Yet, cruel Fair one, I did aim
With no less Justice too,
Than those that sue
For other hopes, and thy proud Fortunes claim;
Wealth honours, honours wealth approve,
But Beauty's only meant for Love.