Classic Poem

Ah wretch in thy Corinna's love unblest!
How strange a fancy doth torment thy brest?
When shee desires to sport thou saist her nay;
When shee denyes then thou desir'st to play.
Love burnes you both. (o 'tis a happy turne!)
But 'tis at severall times love both doth burne.
When scorching heat hath Corydons heart possest,
Then raignes a frost in cold Corinnas brest.
And when a frost in Corydon doth raigne,
Then is Corinnas brest on fire againe.
Why then with Corydon is it summer prime,
When with Corinna it is winter time?
Or why should then Corinnas summer bee
When it is winter Corydon with thee?
Can Ice from fire, or fire from Ice proceed?
Ah jest not Love in so severe a deed!
I bid thee not Corydons flame to blow
Cleane out; nor cleane to melt Corinnas snow.
Burne both! freeze both! let mutuall Fervour hold
His and her brest, or his and her's a cold.