While raptur'd on your charms I gaze,
You speak so loud and long,
I find you angel in your face,
But woman in your tongue.

When taken captive by your eyes,
What pains I might endure!
But happily your tongue supplies
To beauty's wounds a cure.

You still perhaps my love might gain,
If ever it could be,
That you from speaking could refrain,
Or I could only see:

That this shall be the case, appears
How small a chance, so long
As I shall still retain my ears,
And you retain your tongue!

If lovers then you would pursue,
Ah! learn your pow'r to prize,
Nor by your idle tongue undo
The conquests of your eyes.