English poem
This Song is sung by Dorylas, in the First Scene of the Second Part, after the Words—At Eight, precisely…
by Moses Mendez (1690–1758)
How happy's the Lover whose Cares are no more; Who bids an Adieu to all Sorrow! My Griefs are all husht, and my Torments are o'er, For I shall be happy to-morrow.
Each flow'ret of Spring that enamels the Ground, From you ev'ry Charm seems to borrow; Then who will so blest or so happy be found, As I with my Daphne to-morrow.
I never am happy but when in your Sight; Your Smiles are the Cure of all Sorrow: Remember, dear Daphne, your Promise to-night; And I shall be happy to-morrow.