TO A LADY.
Whene’er I see thy lovely face,
My heart with joy doth burn,
Whenever absent from the place,
I long for thy return.
If you all others would forsake,
And love but me alone,
And faithful love with me partake,
To be my all, my own,
I’d bless the day that first I knew
My lovely charmer fair,
And all my life should be to show
She was my only care.