George Kirbye - Lo! here my heart I leave - текст песни (слова)

Lo! here my heart I leave with her remaining,
 That never yet did deign to do me pleasure;
 And, when I seek to move her with complaining,
 She scorns my sighs and tears, alas, past measure.
 Sweet love, O turn her heart at last and joy me,
 Or else her deep disdain will soon destroy me.