Thine am I, my faithful Fair,Thine, my lovely Nancy;Ev’ry pulse along my veins,Ev’ry roving fancy.To thy bosom lay my heart,There to throb and languish;Tho’ despair had wrung its core,That would heal its anguish.
Take away those rosy lips,Rich with balmy treasure;Turn away thine eyes of love,Lest I die with pleasure!What is life when wanting Love?Night without a morning:Love’s the cloudless summer sun,Nature gay adorning.