How long, fair maid! shall I complain,
And always seek thy smiles in vain?
How can my heart such usage bear?
When ev'ry frown creates despair!
Sweet maid! did'st thou ere find untrue
The heart that now addresses you?
Why am I hateful in thy sight,
Since once I was thy chief delight?
Return then, wand'rer , to my arms,
And let me gaze upon thy charms;
'Tis this shall turn my night to day;
Haste then, Louisa, why delay?
But if thou can'st not me relieve,
Forbear my charmer to deceive;
Cut short my hope, or else comply,
Or bid me! bid me! bid me! die!