Song: Still, Dorinda, I Adore

STILL, Dorinda, I adore ;
Think I mean not to deceive ye ;
For I lov'd you much before,
And, alas ! now love you more.
Though I force myself to leave ye.

Staying, I my vows shall fail ;
Virtue yields, as love grows stronger ;
Fierce desires will prevail ;
You are fair ; and I am frail.
And dare trust myself no longer.
You, my love, too nicely coy.
Lest I should have gain'd the treasure,
Made my vows and oaths destroy
The pleasing hopes I did enjoy
Of all my future peace and pleasure.

To my vows I have been true,
And in silence hid my anguish,
But I cannot promise too
What my love may make me do.
While with her for whom I languish.

For in thee strange magick lies.
And my heart is too, too tender ;
Nothing's proof against those eyes.
Best resolves and strictest ties
To their force must soon surrender.

But, Dorinda, you're severe,
I most doating, thus to sever ;
Since from all I hold most dear.
That you may no longer fear,
I divorce myself for ever.