Classic Poem

G RIEVE not, fond man, nor let one tear
Steal from thy eyes, she'll hear
No more of Cupid's shafts; they fly
For wounding her, so let them die.
For why shouldst thou nourish such flames as burn
Thy easy breast, and have not like return. Chorus:

Love forces love, as flames expire,
If not increased by gentle fire.

Let then her frigid coolness move
Thee to withdraw thy purer love;
And since she is resolved to show
She will not love, do thou so too;
For why should beauty so far charm thy eyes,
That if she frown, thou'lt prove her sacrifice. Chorus:

Love forces love, as flames expire,
If not increased by gentle fire.