Classic Poem

For Chloe long had Damon sigh'd,
And knel't, and swore, and pray'd, and cry'd,
Nay, did the Lord knows what!
Insensible to all his pain,
She boasted that he wore her chain
And made it—common chat.—

What ere he did, what ere he spoke,
She turn'd to ridicule and joke,
Or never gave him hearing:
At length worn out, he left the chace,
Swore he no more would see her face—
But what's a lover's swearing.

The cunning nymph with female art
Now play'd upon his yielding heart,
And smil'd with approbation:
The simple gudgeon snap'd the bait,
Eager again embrac'd his fate,
And doats to admiration.