WHAT if I never speed, Shall I straight yield to despair, And still on sorrow speed That can no loss repair? Or shall I change my love? For I find power to depart, And in my reason prove, I can command my heart: But if she will pity my desire, and my love requite, Then ever shall she live my dear delight. Come while I have a heart to desire thee: For either I will love or admire thee. Oft have I dreamed of joy Yet I never felt the sweet, But tired with annoy, My griefs each other greet. Oft have I left my hope, As a wretch by fate forlorn; But love aims at one scope, And, lost, will still return: He that once loves with a true desire never can depart, For Cupid is the king of every heart. Come, while I have a heart to desire thee: For either I will love or admire thee. |