Classic Poem

Damon.

Cease, fair Calistris , cease disdaining;
'Tis time to leave that useless Art:
Your Shepherd's weary of complaining;
Be kind, or he'll resume his Heart.

Calistris.

Damon , be gone; I hate complying;
Go court some fond, believing Maid:
I take more Pleasure in denying,
Than in the Conquests I have made.

Damon.

Why, cruel Nymph, why, why so slighting?
Is this the Treatment I must have?
Were not your Beauty so inviting,
I wou'd no longer be your Slave.

Calistris.

Damon , begon, I hate complying,
Your Heart's not worth the having;
Were there Ten thousand Shepherds dying,
No one were worth the saving.