Classic Poem

A thousand Gay obliging Youths,
I unconcern'd can see,
But when Exalis doth appear;
He shakes my Constancy.

In spite of all my Proud Resolves,
I soften at his Charms,
And almost wish my self to be;
In his regardless Arms.

Some milder Power, reverse my Fate,
He's doom'd to Love elsewhere,
I beg my Passion you'd Translate;
I would not rob his Fair.

Let him persue his fond Amour,
Grant I may pity those,
Who sigh for me and make him kind;
Unto the Nymph he's chose.