Classic Poem

I'll sing of Heroes , and of Kings ;
In mighty Numbers, mighty things,
Begin, my Muse ; but lo, the strings
To my great Song rebellious prove;
The strings will sound of nought but Love .
I broke them all, and put on new;
'Tis this or nothing sure will do.
These sure (said I) will me obey;
These sure Heroick Notes will play.
Straight I began with thundring Jove ,
And all the'immortal Pow'ers but Love.
Love smil'ed, and from my'enfeebled Lyre
Came gentle airs, such as inspire
Melting love, and soft desire.
Farewel then Heroes , farewel Kings ,
And mighty Numbers , mighty Things ;
Love tunes my Heart just to my strings .