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My dear
mistress has a heart
Soft as those kind looks she
gave me,
When with love's resistless art,
And her
eyes, she did enslave me;
But her constancy's so
weak,
She's so wild and apt to wander,
That my
jealous heart would break
Should we live one day
asunder.
Melting joys about her move,
Killing
pleasures, wounding blisses;
She can dress her eyes
in love,
And her lips can arm with kisses;
Angels
listen when she speaks,
She's my delight, all
mankind's wonder;
But my jealous heart would break
Should we live one day asunder.
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