Cease boding doubt, cease anxious fear:
Dry be that tear.
'Ask'st thou how long my love will stay,
When all that's new is past?
How long, ah Delia, can I say
How long my life will last?
Dry be that tear, be hush'd that sigh,
At least I'll love thee till I die:
Hush'd be that sigh.
'And does that thought affect thee too,