And 'twas my love that gave thee thine.
The flames that dwelt within thine eye
Do now, with mine, expire;
Thy brightest graces fade and die
10At once with my desire;
Love's fires thus mutual influence return;
Thine cease to shine, when mine to burn.
Then, proud Celinda, hope no more
To be implor'd or woo'd,
Since by thy scorn thou dost restore