Classic Poem

I.

From White 's and Will 's
To purling rills
The love-sick Strephon flies;
There, full of woe,
His numbers flow,
And all in rhyme he dies.

II.

The fair coquett,
With feign'd regret,
Invites him back to town;
But, when in tears
The youth appears,
She meets him with a frown.

III.

Full oft' the maid
This prank had play'd,
'Till angry Strephon swore,
And, what is strange,
Tho' loth to change,
Would never see her more.