Classic Poem

Now how shall I do with my love and my pride;
Dear Dick, give me counsel, if friendship has any;
Prithee purge, or let blood! surly Richard replied,
And forget the coquette in the arms of your Nanny.

While I pleaded with passion how much I deserv'd,
For the pains and the torments of more than a year;
She look'd in an almanac, whence she observ'd,
That it wanted a fortnight to Bart'l'mew-fair.

My Cowley and Waller how vainly I quote,
While my negligent judge only hears with her eye!
In a long flaxen wig, and embroider'd new coat,
Her spark saying nothing talks better than I.