THE CHARMS of MELODY, SONG 26

How oft, Louisa, hast thou said, (Nor wilt thou the fond boast disown) Thou would'st not lose Anthonio's love, To reign the partner of a throne?

And by hose lips that spoke so kind! And by that hand I press'd to mine! To gain a subject nation's love, I swear I would not part with thine.

Then how, my soul, can we be poor, Who own what kingdoms could not buy! Of this true heart thou shalt be queen, And, serving thee, a monarch I.

Thus uncontroul'd in mutual bliss, And rich in love's exhaustless mine, Do thou snatch treasures from my lips, And I'll take kingdoms back from thine.