Celia has a thousand charms

Celia has a thousand charms:

'Tis heaven within her arms.

While I stand gazing on her face

Some new and some resistless Grace

Fills with fresh magic all the place.

But while the nymph I thus adore,

I should my wretched fate deplore.

But, oh, Mirtillo, have a care,

Her sweetness is beyond compare.

But then she's false as well as fair.

Have a care, Mirtillo, have a care.