Classic Poem

Tangled was I in Love's snare.
Oppressed with pain, torment with care;
Of grief right sure, of joy quite bare,
Clean in despair by cruelty.
But ha! ha! ha! full well is me,
For I am now at liberty.

The woeful days so full of pain,
The weary nights all spent in vain,
The labor lost for so small gain,
To write them all it will not be.
But ha! ha! ha! full well is me,
For I am now at liberty.

With feignéd words which were but wind
To long delays was I assign'd;
Her wily looks my wits did blind;
Whate'er she would I would agree.
But ha! ha! ha! full well is me,
For I am now at liberty.

Was never bird tangled in lime
That broke away in better time,
Than I, that rotten boughs did climb
And had no hurt but 'scapéd free.
Now ha! ha! ha! full well is me,
For I am now at liberty.