Farewell all joys! when he is gone,
That fill'd each hour with pleasure,
To waves and wind,
Not half so kind,
I must resign this treasure.
Whilst I with pensive look, and tears,
This [bad word] absence mourn,
With moving sighs, and panting fears,
Court them for his return.

That happy minute, when [bad word] 
Will satisfaction give;
Tho' I endure,
I'm then most sure
In lasting love to live.
In my Alexis' godlike mind,
None can destroy that bliss;
He must be faithful, [bad word]  and kind,
And I forever his.