Classic Poem

May the ambitious ever find
— Reward in crowds and noise,
Whilst gentle love does fill my mind
— With silent real joys.

May fools and knaves grow rich and great,
— And the world think 'mdash wise,
Whilst I lie dying at her feet,
— And all that world despise.

Let conquering kings new trophies raise,
— And melt in court delights:
Her eyes shall give me brighter days,
— Her arms much softer nights.

May the ambitious ever find
— Reward in crowds and noise,
Whilst gentle love does fill my mind
— With silent real joys.

May fools and knaves grow rich and great,
— And the world think 'mdash wise,
Whilst I lie dying at her feet,
— And all that world despise.

Let conquering kings new trophies raise,
— And melt in court delights:
Her eyes shall give me brighter days,
— Her arms much softer nights.