Such is, dear girl, my tenderness,
⁠Naught can its equal be!
If thou a dowry didst possess
The charms to rival of thy face,
⁠I would marry thee.

Thou wert my bliss, my star, my all!
⁠So kind and fair to see;
And me thy consort to instal,
At once for witness Heaven I call,
⁠I would marry thee.

Thou dost adore me? yes, and I,
⁠Thy love so raptures me,
If thou wouldst not so anxious try
To know my pay, and what I buy,
⁠I would marry thee.