My heart, whenever you appear

My heart, whenever you appear,

Does something so delightful find,

That had I no allays of fear,

My joys could not be more sublime.

Had you less beauty in your eyes,

My love and I might live in peace;

In them such pow'r of charming lies,

Our rivals ev'ry day increase.

But tho' a thousand hearts there be,

To you their adoration owe;

In this you are as poor as we,

You have but one you can bestow.

'Tis this that gives me all my care,

Whilst trembling for my doom I stand;

'Tis this that racks me with despair,

For fear I should not be the man.