Classic Poem

Let not Chloris think, because
She hath envassalled me,
That her beauty can give laws
To others that are free.
I was made to be the prey
And booty of her eyes;
In my bosom, she may say,
Her greatest kingdom lies.

Though others may her brow adore,
Yet more must I, that therein see far more,
Than any other's eyes have power to see;
She is to me
More than to any others she can be.
I can discern more secret notes,
That in the margin of her cheeks Love quotes,
Than any else besides have art to read;
No looks proceed
From those fair eyes but to me wonder breed.

O! then why
Should she fly
From him to whom her sight
Doth add so much above her might?
Why should not she
Still joy to reign in me?