Classic Poem

What is the cause, when elsewhere I resort,
I have my gestures and discourse more free?
And, if I please, can any beauty court,
Yet stand so duil and so demure by thee?
Why are my speeches broken whilst I talk?
Why do I fear almost thy hand to touch?
Why dare I not embrace thee as we walk,
Since with the greatest nymphs I've dared as much?
Ah! know that none of those I e'er affected;
And therefore, used a careless courtship there;
Because I neither their disdain respected,
Nor reckoned them nor their embraces dear.
But, loving thee, my love hath found content,
And rich delight in things indifferent.