Classic Poem

Your Laura's charms I cannot boast;
For beauty I ne'er was a toast;
I'm not remarkable for sense;
To wit I've not the least pretence.

If gold and silver have the power
To charm, no thousands swell my dower;
No shining treasures I possess,
To make the world my worth confess.

An honest, plain, good-natur'd lass,
(The character by which I pass),
I doubt will scarcely have the art
To drive your Laura from your heart.

But, Sir, your having been in love,
Will not your title to me prove:
Far nobler qualities must be
In him who's made for love and me.

'Tis true, you can with ease impart
The dictates of your honest heart,
In plain good sense, from flattery free:
But this alone won't answer me.

Once more peruse my lines with care;
Try if you find your picture there:
For by that test you'll quickly see,
If you're the man who's made for me.