Oh, ungrateful sly deceiver,
And I easy fond believer,
To think that man could eíer be true!
This to Egla was a token,
Witness all your vows are broken,
And I, poor I, undone by you.
Could that false malicious creature
Work upon your easy nature;
Could she say that gift was mine?
No, that garland Egla gave me,
But hearts could neíer enslave me,
No, my life, my all is thine.
Oh! how quick my heart is beating!
Evíry pulse the joy repeating,
Pleasíd to find my swain so true;
Thyrsis is my only treasure,
Oh! I love beyond all measure,
And would quit the world for you.
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