Classic Poem

Now by my Love , the greatest Oath that is,
 None loves you half as well as I:
 I do not ask your Love for this;
But for Heave'ns sake believe me , or I dye
 No Servant e're but did deserve
His Master should believe that he does serve;
And I'll ask no more wages , though I starve .

'Tis no luxurious Diet this, and sure
 I shall not by't too Lusty prove;
 Yet shall it willingly endure,
If't can but keep together Life and Love .
 Being your Priso'ner and your slave ,
I do not Feasts and Banquets look to have,
A little Bread and Water 's all I crave.

On'a Sigh of Pity I a year can live,
 One Tear will keep me twenty'at least,
 Fifty a gentle Look will give;
An hundred years on one kind word I'll feast:
 A thousand more will added be,
If you an Inclination have for me;
And all beyond is vast Eternity .