Rewrite this as it would be written in modern American English, using simple language and narrative format.

So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will:

'That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted:
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted;
And dialogued for him what he would say,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.

'Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th' imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them:

'So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, not in part,
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.

'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.

'But, ah, who ever shunn'd by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?
Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-past perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.

'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof;
To be forbod the sweets that seem so good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though Reason weep, and cry, 'It is thy last.'

'For further I could say 'This man's untrue,'
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And bastards of his foul adulterate heart.

'And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never woo.

''All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not: with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.

''Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,
Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.

''Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.

''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have received from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.

''The diamond,--why, 'twas beautiful and hard,
Whereto his invised properties did tend;
The deep-green emerald, in whose fresh regard
Weak sights their sickly radiance do amend;
The heaven-hued sapphire and the opal blend
With objects manifold: each several stone,
With wit well blazon'd, smiled or made some moan.

''Lo, all these trophies of affections hot,
Of pensived and subdued desires the tender,
Nature hath charged me that I hoard them not,
But yield them up where I myself must render,
That is, to you, my origin and ender;
For these, of force, must your oblations be,
Since I their altar, you enpatron me.
He was so persuasive, he could argue any point, answer any question, and always make it work in his favor. He could make a sad person laugh and a happy person cry. He was so skilled at manipulating people's emotions, he could control their feelings at will. 

Everyone loved him, young and old, male and female. People would think about him all the time or do whatever he asked. He didn't even have to ask; people would do things for him because they wanted to please him.

Many people got pictures of him to look at, filling their minds with images of him as if he belonged to them. It was like when people imagine owning big houses and fancy cars they've seen. They put more energy into this thought than they put into the work to earn them.

So many people who never even touched him fantasized that they were the love of his life. As for me, who used to be free, I fell for his charm when I was young and gave him all my love.

But unlike some others, I didn't ask for his attention or give in to him when he asked for mine. I knew I had to protect my honor, so I kept my distance. I had seen enough to know what he was like. His charm was just a mask for his true intentions.

But who can avoid trouble just by knowing about it in advance? Who can learn from others' mistakes when our hearts tell us to do otherwise? When we're in love, advice often falls on deaf ears. We don't want to listen to others; we want to experience things for ourselves.

It's not easy to resist the things that seem so good, just because others warn us about potential harm. We all have desires that can make us ignore our better judgment. Even when we know it's wrong, we still want to taste the forbidden fruit.

I could have told myself that he was a liar. I knew all about his deceitful ways. I had heard about his other relationships and saw how he tricked people using his charm. I knew that his promises were empty and his loving words were just an act.

I resisted him for a long time until one day he begged me, "Please, take pity on me. Don't be afraid of my love. I promise you, I've never said this to anyone before. I've been invited to love many, but I've never loved or wooed anyone."

He went on, "All the wrongs you see me do are mistakes of passion, not of my heart. They're not caused by love. Those involved weren't true or kind. They disgraced themselves, and I feel less ashamed by how much their blame includes me. “

"Of all the people I've seen, none have warmed my heart or charmed me as you have. I may have hurt others, but I've never been hurt. I've kept others' hearts under my control, but my heart was always free and independent.”

"Look at these gifts of love sent to me - pearls and rubies red as blood. They represent their love and embarrassment. There are also locks of their hair tied with metal, which I accepted graciously along with their tears. They sent me precious gems and deeply emotional poems, each adding to the beauty and the worth of the gifts. “

There was a diamond - beautiful and strong. A green emerald that could make the weak-sighted feel better. A blue sapphire and an opal that could blend with anything. Each gemstone, described so cleverly, either brought a smile or evoked sadness.

"All these tokens of passionate love, tender desires and thoughtfulness, Nature has told me not to keep but to give back where I must - to you. You are my beginning and my end. You have to accept these gifts since I'm their alter, and you're my patron."