Cruel charmer, tell me why
You'll not let me live or die?
First your smiles they give me joy,
Then your frowns my hopes destroy.
When you see my raging pain,
Out of sport you smile again.

Thus with a tyrannic art
You torment my bleeding heart,
Taking pleasure in my grief,
Yet affording no relief.
O, pronounce my doom outright,
And in pity kill me quite!