Here end my chains, and thraldom cease;
If not in joy, I'll live at least in peace.
Since for the pleasures of an hour
We must endure an age of pain,
I'll be this abject thing no more:
Love! give me back my heart again.

Despair tormented first my breast,
Now Falsehood, a more cruel guest.
O! for the peace of human-kind,
Make women longer true or sooner kind.
With justice or with mercy reign,
O Love! or give me back my heart again.