Classic Poem

Begone , ye sighs! begone, ye tears!
Begone, ye jealousies and fears!
Celinda swears she never lov'd;
Celinda swears none ever mov'd
Her heart, but I: If this be true,
Shall I keep company with you?
What though a senseless rival swore
She said as much to him before?
What though I saw him in her bed?
I'll trust not what I saw, but what she said.
Curse on the prudent and the wise,
Who ne'er believe such pleasing lies.
I grant she only does deceive;
I grant 'tis folly to believe;
But by this folly I vast pleasures gain,
While you, with all your wisdom, live in pain.