Classic Poem

By various youths admir'd, by all approv'd,
By many sought, by one sincerely lov'd,
Chief of Edina's fair I flourish'd long,
First in the dance, the visit, and the song;
Beauty, good-nature, in my form combin'd,
My body one adorn'd, and one my mind.
When youthful years, a foe to lonely nights,
Impels young hearts to Hymen's chaste delights,
I view'd the' admiring train with equal eye,
True to each hope, and faithful to each sigh:
The happy hours of admiration past,
The hand of nuptial love was giv'n at last;
Not to the faithful youth my charms inspir'd,
Nor those who sought my charms, nor who admir'd;
He not prefer'd for merit, wit, or sense,
Not chose, but suffer'd with indifference,
Who neither knew to love, or be belov'd,
Approv'd me not, and just not disapprov'd,
Nor warmth pretended, nor affection show'd;
Ask'd, not implor'd; I yielded, not bestow'd:
Without or hopes or fears I join'd his side,
His mistress never, and but scarce his bride.
No joys at home, abroad was only show;
I neither gain'd a friend, nor lost a foe:
For, lost alike to pleasure, love, and fame,
My person he enjoys, and I his name.
Yet patient still I lead my anxious life,
Pleas'd that I'm call'd my formal husband's wife.