Classic Poem

This poring over your Grand Cyrus
Must ruin you and will quite tire us.
It makes you think that an affront 'tis,
Unless your lover's an Orontes,
And courts you with a passion frantic,
In manner and in style romantic.

Now though I count myself no zero,
I don't pretend to be an hero,
Or a by-blow of him that thunders,
Nor are you one of the Seven Wonders,
But a young damsel very pretty,
And your true name is Mistress Betty.