Classic Poem

1

You wrong me Strephon, when you say,
I'me Jealous or Severe,
Did I not see you Kiss and Play
With all you came a neer?
Say, did I ever Chide for this,
Or cast one Jealous Eye
On the bold Nymphs, that snatch'd my Bliss
While I stood wishing by?

2

Yet though I never disapprov'd
This modish Liberty;
I thought in them you only lov'd,
Change and Variety:
I vainly thought my Charms so strong,
And you so much my Slave,
No Nymph had Pow'r to do me Wrong,
Or break the Chains I gave.
3


But when you seriously Address,
With all your winning Charms,
Unto a Servile Shepherdess,
I'le throw you from my Arms:
I'de rather chuse you shou'd make Love
To every Face you see,
Then Mopsa's dull Admirer prove,
And let Her Rival me.