Classic Poem

To such as say, Thy Love I over-prize,
And doe not sticke to terme my Prayses folly;
Against these Folkes, that thinke themselves so wise,
I thus oppose my Reasons forces wholly:
Though I give more then well affords my state,
In which expence, the most suppose me vaine,
Which yeelds them nothing, at the easiest rate,
Yet at this price returnes me treble gaine.
They value not, unskilfull how to use,
And I give much, because I gaine thereby:
I that thus take, or they that thus refuse,
Whether are these deceived then, or I?
In ev'rything I hold this Maxim still,
The Circumstance doth make it good, or ill.