Classic Poem

I bid farewell unto the world and thee,
To thee, because thou art extreme unkind;
Unto the world, because the world to me
Is nothing since I cannot move thy mind.
Were any mercy in thy soul inshrin'd
Could sighs or tears make soft thy flinty heart?
More easy I perhaps might be inclin'd
To spend my days with thee, then to depart.
But since thou knows't not Cupid's golden dart
But hath been wounded with a shaft of lead;
It is but folly to pretend an art
To sue for favour where all love has fled
So farewell Nymph, farewell for aye as now,
And welcome death more merciful than thou.