Classic Poem

Upon having Mrs. Selwyn, by Lot, my Valentine.

One Minute, Fortune, Thou hast let me Live,
I freely all my Life, before, forgive.
Cares did, till now, my rising blisse destroy
And streaks of Sorrow ran through all my Joy.
But, Fickle Goddesse, Thou art now sincere:
Quite happy now I feel not hope, or fear;
Thy Wealth and Empire on thy slaves bestow,
Slaves who no blisse, but Wealth and Empire know.
Be all thy Power in one great gift display'd,
And to these Arms convey the Lovely Maid;
I never will beseech thy bounty more,
But be as rough, and Angry as before.