To serve you wheresoe'er you go.
No better fortune can I crave,
Tell me, Christian, yes or no."
"My humble slave you must not be,
A better fortune is your due;
How came your love to fix on me,
Who have no heart to give to you?"
"My God and father I 'll forswear,
And only yours will seek to know;
Every curse of heaven I 'll dare,