O! fair Cedaria

Oh, fair Cedaria, hide those eyes

That hearts enough have won;

For whosoever sees them dies,

And cannot ruin shun.

Such beauty and charms are seen

United in your face,

The proudest can't but own you queen

Of beauty, wit and grace.

Then pity me, who am your slave,

And grant me a reprieve;

Unless I may your favour have,

I can't one moment live.