Classic Poem

Had I but loved her as I ought
Instead of as she would,
Following the tenour of my thought
And heedless of her mood,

Inaction had obtain'd what now
By shock of arms is lost;
Beleaguer'd ladies soonest bow
Their heads, like flowers, to frost.

But or too courteous was I
Indifference to feign,
Or too solicitous to buy
Ease from my private pain.

Like one who, burning, seeks new fire
From that which made him smart,
Or o'er desirous begs desire
Ere he hath rid his heart;

Surfeited frenzy I did win,
And woke not love but dreams
There shall no traveller to that inn
Where clamour makes the bed.