Ask me to love no more

Purcell, Henry

Ask me to love no more,

Your fruitless pain, and all your art give o'er.

Amintor, why would you inspire

In my breast an unequal fire?

Why, Amintor, should I burn

In flames which you can ne'er return?

Too many hearts already you have deceiv'd;

Alas! you're known too well to be believ'd.