Since by ill fate I'm forced away

Since by ill fate I'm forced away,

And snatch'd so soon from those dear arms,

Against my will I must obey,

And leave those sweet endearing charms.

Yet still love on, and never fear

But you and constancy will prove

Enough my present flame to bear,

And make me, though in absence, love.

For though your presence Fate denies,

I feel, alas! the killing smart,

And can with undiscerned eyes

Behold your picture in my heart.