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Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
— My Phyllis is still in my mind:
When angry I mean not to Phyllis to go,
— My feet of themselves the way find:
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And when I would rail I can bring out no more
— Than, " Phyllis, too fair and unkind!"
When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
— And the love I would stifle is shown:
But, asleep or awake, I am never at rest
— When from my eyes Phyllis is gone!
Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind:
But, alas, when I wake and no Phyllis I find,
— How I sigh to myself all alone!
Should a king be my rival in her I adore,
— He should offer his treasure in vain:
O let me alone to be happy and poor,
— And give me my Phyllis again:
Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I could to a desert with her be confined,
— And envy no monarch his reign.
Alas, I discover too much of my love,
— And she too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
— And makes me grow jealous each hour.
But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
I had rather love Phyllis both false and unkind,
— Than ever be freed from her power.
Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
— My Phyllis is still in my mind:
When angry I mean not to Phyllis to go,
— My feet of themselves the way find:
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And when I would rail I can bring out no more
— Than, " Phyllis, too fair and unkind!"
When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
— And the love I would stifle is shown:
But, asleep or awake, I am never at rest
— When from my eyes Phyllis is gone!
Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind:
But, alas, when I wake and no Phyllis I find,
— How I sigh to myself all alone!
Should a king be my rival in her I adore,
— He should offer his treasure in vain:
O let me alone to be happy and poor,
— And give me my Phyllis again:
Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I could to a desert with her be confined,
— And envy no monarch his reign.
Alas, I discover too much of my love,
— And she too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
— And makes me grow jealous each hour.
But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
I had rather love Phyllis both false and unkind,
— Than ever be freed from her power.
— My Phyllis is still in my mind:
When angry I mean not to Phyllis to go,
— My feet of themselves the way find:
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And when I would rail I can bring out no more
— Than, " Phyllis, too fair and unkind!"
When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
— And the love I would stifle is shown:
But, asleep or awake, I am never at rest
— When from my eyes Phyllis is gone!
Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind:
But, alas, when I wake and no Phyllis I find,
— How I sigh to myself all alone!
Should a king be my rival in her I adore,
— He should offer his treasure in vain:
O let me alone to be happy and poor,
— And give me my Phyllis again:
Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I could to a desert with her be confined,
— And envy no monarch his reign.
Alas, I discover too much of my love,
— And she too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
— And makes me grow jealous each hour.
But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
I had rather love Phyllis both false and unkind,
— Than ever be freed from her power.
Wherever I am, and whatever I do,
— My Phyllis is still in my mind:
When angry I mean not to Phyllis to go,
— My feet of themselves the way find:
Unknown to myself I am just at her door,
And when I would rail I can bring out no more
— Than, " Phyllis, too fair and unkind!"
When Phyllis I see, my heart bounds in my breast,
— And the love I would stifle is shown:
But, asleep or awake, I am never at rest
— When from my eyes Phyllis is gone!
Sometimes a sad dream does delude my sad mind:
But, alas, when I wake and no Phyllis I find,
— How I sigh to myself all alone!
Should a king be my rival in her I adore,
— He should offer his treasure in vain:
O let me alone to be happy and poor,
— And give me my Phyllis again:
Let Phyllis be mine, and but ever be kind,
I could to a desert with her be confined,
— And envy no monarch his reign.
Alas, I discover too much of my love,
— And she too well knows her own power!
She makes me each day a new martyrdom prove,
— And makes me grow jealous each hour.
But let her each minute torment my poor mind,
I had rather love Phyllis both false and unkind,
— Than ever be freed from her power.
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