| lyric | 1. Say, love, if ever thou didst find
a woman with a cobstant mind?
None but one!
And what should that rare mirror be?
Some godness or some queen is she!
She, she, she, she, she, she, she and only she,
she only queen of love and beauty.
2. To her then yield thy shafts and bow,
that can command affections so:
Love is free!
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee,
there is no queen of love but she: |