Though love than ours could ne'er be truer,

Yet flames too fierce themselves destroy,

Embraces oft repeated cloy,

Ours came too frequent, to endure.

7.

You quickly sought a second lover,

And I too proud to share a heart,

Where once I held the whole, not part,

Another mistress must discover.

8.

Though not the first one, who hast blest me,

Yet I will own, you was the dearest,

The one, unto my bosom nearest;

So I conceiv'd, when I possest thee.

9.

Even now I cannot well forget thee,

And though no more in folds of pleasure,

Kiss follows kiss in countless measure,

I hope you sometimes will regret me.

10.

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