Classic Poem

Not long agone a youthful swain,
Much wronged by a maid's disdain,
Before Love's altar came and did implore
That he might like her less, or she love more.
The god him heard, and she began
To dote on him; he, foolish man,
Cloy'd with much sweets, thus chang'd his note before,
“O let her love me less, or I like more.”