Classic Poem

Accept, kind Sir, all I can give,
My wishes that you'll deign to live;
Nor doubt you'll meet some lovely fair,
By far more worthy of your care;
Who will reward your ardent flame,
With what Louisa dare not name;
By what is sanction'd by above,
A reciprocal mutual love.
Then spurn the maid you think unkind,
And tear her image from your mind;
Let Hope no longer be caress'd,
Within thy far too-constant breast.
Let sweet revenge her rage impart,
To pluck the viper from your heart.
May some kind nymph your love return,
And with a genial ardour burn;
No longer then by care deprest,
My friend will reign supremely blest.