Classic Poem

How could my dear Lord make me such a Request?
I flatter myself, you are only in Jest;
Those Epistles which all my soft Raptures inspire,
Do you think I could bear to commit to the Fire;
Like Mutius , I'd put my own Hand in the Flame,
For the Elements us'd to compose your lov'd Name:
Should I promise Obedience, I surely should lye,
Give me a more gentle Command, I'll comply;
But here I should baffle the best of your Art,
For each Line you have wrote, is engrav'd on my Heart.