TELL me, tell me, charming Fair,
Why so cruel and severe;
Is't not you, ah! you alone,
Is't not you, ah! you alone,
Secures my wandering Heart your own:
Change, which once the most did please,
Now wants the power to give me ease;
You've fixt me as the Centure sure,
And you who kill alone can cure,
And you who kill alone can cure.