Classic Poem

I.

Why, cruel Creature! why so bent
To vex a tender heart?
To gold and title you relent,
Love throws in vain his dart.

II.

Let glitt'ring fools in courts be great,
For pay let armies move,
Beauty should have no other bait
But gentle vows and love.

III.

If on those endless charms you lay
The value that 's their due,
Kings are themselves too poor to pay,
A thousand worlds to few.

IV.

But if a passion without vice,
Without disguise or art,
Ah, Mira! if true love 's your price,
Behold it in my heart.