Classic Poem

Behold the Spring in fresh Attire,
Gay blooming Season of Desire,
With fragrant Breath salutes the Grove,
Awaking Nature, Joy and Love;
The Woods in verdant Beauty dress'd, }
Have their enliv'ning Pow'r confessed: }
What means this Coldness in your Breast? }
Not all the kindly Warmth in mine,
Can thaw that frozen Heart of thine.
Go then, Inconstant, go and rove,
Forget thy Vows, neglect thy Love;
Some senseless, tasteless Girl pursue,
Bought Smiles befit such Swains as you;
While for the worse I see you change,
You give me a complete Revenge.