Classic Poem

I.

I Look'd, and I sigh'd, and I wish'd, and I wish'd I cou'd speak,
For I very fain would have been at her;
But when I strove most my great Passion to break,
Still I then said the least of the Matter.

II.

I swore to my self, and resolv'd I wou'd try
Some way my poor Heart to recover:
But that was all vain, for I sooner cou'd die,
Than live with forbearing to love her.

III.

Dear Caelia be kind then; and since your own Eyes
By Looks can command Adoration,
Give mine leave to talk too, and do not despise
Those Oglings that tell you my Passion.

IV.

We'll look, and we'll love, and tho' neither shou'd speak,
The Pleasure we'll still be pursuing;
And so, without words, I don't doubt we may make
A very good end of this Wooing.