Classic Poem

I.

Pump-Room Smiles are very sweet,
Laughing Eyes, whene'er we meet;
But beseech you, dimpl'd Fair,
Deign my honest Suit to hear.

II.

O how happy shou'd I be,
If this Afternoon to Tea,
You'd permit me to repair,
Give me Leave, my dimpl'd Fair.

III.

Frankly, with impartial Truth,
You shall know th' aspiring Youth;
Ev'ry Requisite reveal'd,
Not a Circumstance conceal'd.

IV.

I'll be open, gen'rous, free,
(Doubt not but the same from Thee)
Let your Friends approve my Love,
Base Deceit I'm far above.

V.

Grant me Liberty to speak,
By that charming dimpl'd Cheek,
Fraught with best Good-natur'd Glee,
Grant me but this Liberty.

VI.

Pause not long — for Friday next,
(Wou'd it were a diff'rent Text)
I'm engag'd to visit Wales ;
But if painful Doubt prevails,

VII.

Tho' I purpose staying there,
But a single Week, my Fair!
Think how many Months 'twill be,
If I go unheard by thee.