JOHN CUTTS, LORD CUTTS

ONLY tell her that I love: Leave the rest to her and Fate: Some kind planet from above May perhaps her pity move: Lovers on their stars must wait.— Only tell her that I love! Why, O why should I despair! Mercy’s pictured in her eye: If she once vouchsafe to hear, Welcome Hope and farewell Fear! She’s too good to let me die.— Why, O why should I despair?