Classic Poem

Since you will needs my heart possess,
'Tis just to you I first confess
The faults to which 'tis given;
It is to change much more inclined
Than women, or the sea or wind,
Or aught that's under heaven.

Nor will I hide from you this truth,
It has been from its very youth
A most egregious ranger;
And since from me it often fled,
With whom it was both born and bred,
'Twill scarce stay with a stranger.

The black, the fair, the gay, the sad,
Which made me often fear 'twas mad,
With one kind look could win it;
So naturally it loves to range,
That it has left success for change,
And what's worse, glories in it.

Often when I am laid to rest,
'Twould make me act like one possessed,
For still 'twill keep a pother;
And though you only I esteem,
Yet it will make me in a dream
Court and enjoy another.

And now if you are not afraid,
After these truths that I have said,
To take this arrant rover;
Be not displeased, if I protest
I think the heart within your breast
Will prove just such another.