Classic Poem

HE.

Since I have long lov'd you in vain,
And doted on ev'ry Feature;
Give me at length but leave to complain
Of so ungrateful a Creature.

Tho' I beheld in your wandring Eyes
The wanton Symptoms of Ranging;
Still I resolv'd against being wise,
And lov'd you in spite of your changing.

SHE.

Why shou'd you blame what Heav'n has made,
Or find any Fault in Creation?
Tis not the Crime of the faithless Maid,
But Nature's Inclination.

'Tis not because I love you less,
Or think you not a true One;
But if the Truth I must confess,
I always lov'd a New-one.