Classic Poem

Give me but that, ye bloody Persecutors,
(Who formerly have been my suitors)
And I'le surrender all the rest
For which you so contest.
For Heav'ns sake, let me but be quiet,
I'le not repine at Cloths, nor Diet,
Any habit ne'r so mean,
Let it be but whole, and clean,
Such as Nakedness will hide,
Will amply satisfie my pride;
And for meat
Husks, and Acorns I will eat,
And for better never wish;
But when you will me better treat,
A Turnip is a Princely dish:
Since then I thus far am subdu'd,
And so humbly do submit,
Faith, be no more so monstrous rude,
But some Repose at least permit;
Sleep is to Life, and Humane Nature due,
And that, alas, is all for which I humbly sue.