A lover I'm born

A lover I'm born and a lover I'll be,

And hope from my love I shall never be free.

Let wisdom abound in teh grave womanhater,

Yet never to love is a sign of ill nature.

But he who loves well and whose passion is strong

Can never be wretched, but ever be young.

With hopes and with fears, like a ship in the ocean,

Our hearts are kept dancing, and ever in motion:

When our passion is pall'd and our fancy would fail,

Some little quarrel supplies a fresh gale:

But when the doubt's clear'd and the jealousy's gone

How we kiss and embrace, and can never have done.