Classic Poem

I Love a Nymph. A lack a day!
But dare not say I love her.
Perhaps she may thy love repay;
Speak then thy thoughts, and prove her.

If I reveal, and she reject
My love, I'm quite undone.
Weomen when we do least expect,
We see are often wonne.

True, but her state great flocks requires,
Mine are but poor and small.
Peace Fool, love onely love desires
And nothing else at all.

[Chorus for three together]

They who do love for private gain,
May suffer shipwrack in the Main.