Classic Poem

Don't Shiver here outside his door
Or spoil your beauty any more,
He must be mad, your Holy Joe,
Nor anything of women know.
Only because your boy was there
To turn you out half dressed, my dear!
Come, dry your eyes and wipe your nose,
You'll soon forget these petty woes;
A kinder lover we will find,
One to your faults a little blind.