Classic Poem

I have entreated, and I have complained;
I have dispraised, and praise I likewise gave;
All means to win her grace I tried have;
And still I love, and still I am disdained.
So long I have my tongue and pen constrained
To praise, dispraise, complain, and pity crave,
That now nor tongue, nor pen, to me her slave
Remains, whereby her grace may be obtained.
Yet you, my sighs, may purchase me relief;
And ye, my tears, her rocky heart may move:
Therefore, my sighs, sigh in her ear my grief;
And, in her heart, my tears, imprint my love.
But cease, vain sighs; cease, cease, ye fruitless tears;
Tears cannot pierce her heart, nor sighs her ears.