Classic Poem

G: IVE ME a little respite; that I may
D:rawe somewhat of a better forme; to pore
E:ver on Bookes, takes all the Joy away;
A:nd makes a freeborne Muse, her selfe abhorre.
O:h never may the Muses know, a Day
N:ot given to Libertie; I will noe more
R:ifle my braines, to please Men; or to pay
I:ust obligation; from thy liveing Store
G:rant me fresh raptures, Phebus, I will play
E:asie, and quicke; but now I can noe more.
E:nvite me not (Deare Muses) to trye that
L:ittle I have, against my owne Conceit.