1.
A lover I am, and a lover I’ll be,
And hope from my love I shall never be free:
Let wisdom be blamed in the grave woman-hater,
Yet never to love is a sin of ill nature;
‖: But he who loves well, and whose passion is strong,
Shall never be wretched, but ever be young. :‖
2.
With hopes and with fears, like a ship in the ocean,
Our hearts are kept dancing and ever in motion.
When our passion is pallid, and our fancy would fail,
A little kind quarrel supplies a fresh gale:
‖: But when the doubt’s cleared, and the jealousy’s gone,
How we kiss and embrace, and can never have done! :‖