What if I never speed
Shall I straight yield to despair
And still on sorrow feed
That can no loss repair;
Or shall I change my love
For I find pow'r to depart
And in my reason prove
I can command my heart?
But if she will pity my desire
And my love requite
Then ever shall she live my dear delight
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee

Oft have I dreamed of joy
Yеt I never felt thе sweete
But tired with annoy
My griefs each other greete
Oft have I left my hope
As a wretch by fate forlorn
But Love aims at one scope
And lost will still returne
He that once loves with a true desire
Never can depart
For Cupid is the king of every heart
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee