SONG.
Reading edition
Artless words of unfeign’d passion With harmonious numbers join’d, Soothly try your soft persuasion On Eliza’s gentle mind! For her ear alone intended, Other censure nought regard: If by her you are commended, ’Tis enough for your reward. But why thus you seek to move her Strive not further to explain!— If her heart will not discover, You or I should tell in vain.