Classic Poem

By Heaven 'tis false, I am not vain;
And rather would the subject be
Of your indifference, or disdain,
Than wit or raillery.

Take back the trifling praise you give,
And pass it on some other fool,
Who may the injuring wit believe,
That turns her into ridicule.

Tell her, she's witty, fair, and gay,
With all the charms that can subdue:
Perhaps she'll credit what you say;
But curse me if I do.

If your diversion you design,
On my good-nature you have prest:
Or if you do intend it mine,
You have mistook the jest.