In soothe I lend a gracious ear
     Your sobbing, somehow ual
    [bad word] to my bosom. The help I bring
     Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing

     Oh, [bad word] love, when held by you
     My sanity does fly

     You lie there mourning with looks of desire
     'T is beauty when you cry

     Drink my grievingg love
     Desire and wine go well
     Sleep, I'll watch over you
     Relief? Time will tell

     Secrecy fosters passion
     You stay untouched
     I know you are alone
     With peace I care much