Classic Poem

Shall a frown or angry eye,
Shall a word unfitly placid,
Shall a shadow make me fly
As if I were with tigers chasid?
Love must not be so disgracid.

Shall I woo her in despite?
Shall I turn her from her flying?
Shall I tempt her with delight?
Shall I laugh out her denying?
No: beware of lovers' crying.

Shall I then with patient mind,
Still attend her wayward pleasure?
Time will make her prove more kind,
Let her coyness then take leisure:
Pains are worthy such a treasure.