I'd give the World, the Sun and all,
For one kind brighter Glance of thine:
This Hour let Cælia with me live,
And Gods cou'd I but of you borrow,
I'd give what only you can give,
For that dear Hour, I'd give to morrow.
I'd give the World, the Sun and all,
For one kind brighter Glance of thine:
This Hour let Cælia with me live,
And Gods cou'd I but of you borrow,
I'd give what only you can give,
For that dear Hour, I'd give to morrow.