Classic Poem

If thou dost the number know
Of the Leaves on every Bough,
If thou canst the reck'ning keep
Of the Sands within the Deep;
Thee of all men will I take,
And my Loves Accomptant make.
Of Athenians first a score
Set me down; then fifteen more:
Adde a Regiment to these
Of Corinthian Mistresses;
For the most renown'd for fair
In Achaea , sojourn there;
Next our Lesbian beauties tell;
Those that in Ionia dwell;
Those of Rhodes and Caria count;
To two thousand they amount.
Wonder'st thou I love so many?
'Lass of Syria we not any,
Ægypt yet, nor Creet have told,
Where his Orgies Love doth hold.
What to those then wilt thou say
Which in Eastern Bactria ,
Or the Western Gades remain?
But give o're, thou toilst in vain;
For the Sum which thou dost seek
Puzzels all Arithmetick.