Not love thee? Ah, ne'er believe it!
Could I accept, while my tears yet freshly flow,
The blest fulfilment of my heart's dearest wishes?

I cannot, I dare not, ah, nor seek to persuade me,
Till my grief is $$#uaged,
All my heart is thine own, of that be certain.


Tell me not, oh, thou belov'd one,
That thou'rt constant to me in vain,

That I love thee, ah well thou know'st it,
That I'll ever thine remain,
Stay; oh stay thy fond misgiving,

Doubt me not, oh I conjure thee;
Love and hope do both, do both $$#ure me,
That kind heaven yet will smile, will smile again.