Classic Poem

I.

When I was a Lover ,
How I whin'd, how I cry'd,
How I sigh'd, how I dy'd,
All to flatter her Pride?
For in vain still I try'd
By all my Arts to move her.

II.

I treated, presented, went finely array'd,
Spent my Time, and Estate,
While I early, and late
For my Sentence did wait,
'Till quite tir'd of my Fate ,
Thus to the God of Love I pray'd,
Humble a haughty, cruel Maid!

III.

Love heard my Petition,
And strait, mov'd by my Smart,
His kind Aid did impart,
To recover the Dart,
That stuck deep in my Heart,
And sav'd me from Perdition.

IV.

Then free, when I laugh'd at this Beauty so coy,
Tho' so long us'd to reign,
To frown, and disdain,
She herself wore my Chain ,
And she sighs still in vain;
So let her still sigh on, blind Boy!
While I my Freedom still enjoy.