Classic Poem

Phillis my Thoughts you often pray
About your Face's Wearing,
Yet never credit what I say,
Until you hear me Swearing.

Then may I want a Place to dwell in,
And a kind, buxom She,
If I think Laeda , nay, or Helen
Can be compar'd to Thee.

For Hero's did these Damsels woe,
Yet sigh'd in sober Sadness;
Whoever falls in Love with you,
Runs headlong into Madness.