Classic Poem

See , where your humblest Slave does wait
On You, his Sovereign, and his Fate,
And begs you'd now pronounce his Doom
Of future Bliss, or Martyrdom.

Whether, you'll by your Favour bless
Th' ensuing Year with Happiness:
Or, force me to begin it still
With Omens of succeeding Ill.

Think upon your Promise made,
Think! how long't has been delay'd;
Three whole tedious ling'ring Tear,
Three Ages in Love's Kalendar:
Think! what cruel Shocks I've born
From your Indifference and Scorn.

Sole Monarch! of a faithful Heart,
No longer act the Tyrant's Part:
If still you love, be now sincere:
Or, let your Hate at once appear,
And frankly say, I love elsewhere.
So will you be for ever free
From my curs'd Importunity:
And, by disclosing of my Fate,
Redeem me from a bellish State;
A State! I can no longer bear,
Nor will survive another Year.
Unfit to live, unfit to die,
'Twixt Hope, and Fear, and Jealousy.
The little Sense I had is gone,
And Frenzy sits on Reason's Throne.

By the Patron of this Day,
By your M ORTAL S AINT I pray:
By your L OVE , or by your H ATE ,
I C ONJURE you speak my Fate .