Classic Poem

1

Subduing Fayre! what will you win
To use a needless dart?
Why then so many to take in
One undefended heart?

2

I came expos'd to all your charms,
And for the first half houre
I had no will to take up arms,
And in the next no power.

3

How can you choose but win the day?
Who can resist your siege?
That in one action knows the way
To vanquish and oblige?

4

Your voice, which can in moving strains
Teach beauty to the blind,
Confines me yet in Stronger chains,
By being soft and kind.

5

Whilst you my triviall Fancy sing,
You it to wit refine,
As Leather once stamp'd by a King;
Became a currant coyne.

6

By this my verse is sure to gain
Eternity with Men,
Which by your voice it may obtein,
Though never by my Pen.

7

But in your favour I would live,
Rather then by a name,
And a much greater rate would give
For happiness then Fame.