Classic Poem

Why should you think I live unpleas'd
Because I am not pleas'd with you?
My mind is not so far diseas'd
To yeild when pouder'd Fops persue.

My Vanity can find no charm
In common prostituted vows,
Nor can you raise a wish that's warm
In one that your true value knows.

While cold and careless thus I shun
The Buz and Flutter that you make
Perhaps some giddy Girl may run
To catch the Prize that I forsake.

So brightly shines the glittering Glare
In unexperienced children's Eyes
When they with little Arts ensnare
The (Tawdry) painted (butt)erflys.

While they with Pride a Conquest boast
And think the Chase deserving Fame,
Those scorn the useless Toil it cost
Who're us'd to more substantial Game.