Classic Poem

I.

Tell me no more I am deceiv'd;
That Cloe 's False and Common:
By Heav'n, I all along believ'd
She was a very Woman;
As such I lik'd, as such caress'd,
She still was Constant when possess'd,
She cou'd do more for no Man.

II.

But oh! Her Thoughts on others ran,
And that you think a hard thing;
Perhaps she fanci'd you the Man,
Why what care I one Farthing?
You think she's false, I'm sure she's Kind;
I'le take her Body, you her Mind,
Who has the better bargain?