By the exquisite rapture you breathe in a kiss,
I conjure thee to love me Sophia!
By thy temper as gentle as Spring’s mildest shower,
By the accents so soft, which rob Grief of its power,
By the form my eyes doat on, the mind I adore,
I conjure thee to love me Sophia!
By thy wish to alleviate Misery’s smart,
By the genial solace that wish does impart,
By the fond heart you’ve won, and your own little heart,
I conjure thee to love me Sophia!