Classic Poem

Once I did cry and cry again,
Beware to vex a tender swain,
Tempt not the anger of my muse,
Nor hate instead of kisses choose.
I know, fair charmer, how to love;
On those that bite my teeth I prove.
I warned you, but you would not hear:
Deaf as the waves your heedless ear.
So now I sit on Naias' knee;
You weep in lonely misery.