Classic Poem

In " Columbine Courtezan "

Crowds of coxcombs thus deluding,
Cringing, chatt'ring, oggling, flatt'ring
By coquetting and by pruding,
All are victims to my art.
While at will the fools I'm leading,
They for favours interceding,
With vain hopes their fancies feeding,
Still untouch'd I keep my heart.

Each imagines he shall gain me,
Thinks I prize him, who despise him,
All their wiles shall ne'er obtain me,
Born to baffle all mankind.
Like the winds and waves still changing,
Never constant, ever ranging,
Cupid from my heart estranging,
That's as cold as he is blind.