Classic Poem

I.

Had my Desire been less,
My Passion had been more;
'Twas but my Love's Excess,
Which took away its Pow'r;
As when our Rage, does too much Passion vent,
Our Passion makes our Vengeance impotent;

II.

'Twas not, your Want of Charms,
Nor yet my Want of Love,
Made me then, in your Arms,
My self a Craven prove;
My vain Assault, was but your Praise, my Shame,
My Weakness does your Beauty's Pow'r proclaim;

III.

From too much Earnestness,
A Jest my Passion prov'd;
Had you deserv'd Love less,
You had been more belov'd;
Then fear not I, shou'd Freedoms with you boast,
Since by my Boast, my Fame, not thine, were lost.