Classic Poem

Desire and hope have moved my mind
To seek for that I cannot find,
Assured faith in woman-kind;
And love with love rewarded.
Self-love all but himself disdains;
Suspect as chiefest virtue reigns;
Desire of change, unchanged remains:
So light is love regarded.

True friendship is a naked name,
That idle brains in pastime frame;
Extremes are always worthy blame,
Enough is common kindness.
What floods of tears do lovers spend,
What sighs from out their hearts they send,
How many may, and will not mend?
Love is a wilful blindness.

What is the love they so desire?
Like love for love, and equal fire:
Good loving worms, which love require,
And know not when they have it.
Is love in words? fair words may feign.
Is love in looks? sweet looks are vain:
Both these in common kindness reign,
Yet few or none so crave it.

Thou would'st be loved, and that of one.
For vice? thou may'st seek love of none.
For virtue? why of her alone?
I say no more, speak you that know the truth,
If so great love be aught but heat of youth?