English poem
THE SKY LARK, &c, Song
by Anonymous
Lovely Nymph! O cease to grieve me; Cease to wound my tender heart; For your frowns (you may believe me) Prove the cause of all my smart. Prove the cause, &c.
Deign, O Sylvia! to reward me; With compassion view your swain: Do not cruelly discard me: Quickly case me of my pain. Quickly case, &c.
Would you, Sylvia, would you render Your adorer greatly blest, Of his heart accept the tender, Then you'll see his tortur'd breast.