421. Song

John Cutts, Lord Cutts. 1661-1707

ONLY tell her that I love:
  Leave the rest to her and Fate:
Some kind planet from above
May perhaps her pity move:
  Lovers on their stars must wait.--
Only tell her that I love!

Why, O why should I despair!
  Mercy 's pictured in her eye:
If she once vouchsafe to hear,
Welcome Hope and farewell Fear!
  She 's too good to let me die.--
Why, O why should I despair?

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