Classic Poem

Well, well , 'tis true,
I am now fal'n in Love,
And 'tis with You:
And now I plainly see,
While you're enthron'd by me above,
You all your arts and pow'rs improve
To Tyrant over me;
And make my flames th' Incentives of your Scorn ,
While you rejoyce , and feast your Eyes to see me thus forlorn.

But yet be wise,
And don't believe, that I
Did think your Eyes
More bright than Stars can be;
Or that your Face Angels out-vies
In their Caelestial Liveries,
'Twas all but Poetrie .
I could have said as much by any She ,
You are not beauteous of your self , but are made so by me .

Though we like Fools,
Fathom the Earth and Skie ,
And drain the Schools
For names t' express you by:
Out-rant the lowd'st Hyperboles
To dub the Saints , and Deities ,
By Cupid's Heraldry:
We know you're Flesh and Blood as well as Men ,
And when we will can mortalize , and make you so agen.

Yet, since my Fate
Has drawn me to this Sin ,
Which I did hate ,
I'll not my labour lose:
But will love on , as I begin,
To th' purpose, now my hand is in,
'Spite of those Arts you use;
And let you know, the World is not so bare,
There's Things enough to love, besides such Toyes as Ladies are.

I'll love good Wine ;
I'll love my Book and Muse ,
Nay all the Nine;
I'll Love my real Friend ;
I'll Love my Horse ; and, could I chuse
One, that would not my Love abuse,
To her my Heart should bend.
I'll love all those, that laugh , and those, that sing ;
I'll love my Country, Prince , and Laws ; and those, that love the King .