'Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be
Too weak, too Feminine for Nob'

'A THOUSAND martyrs I have made,
All sacrificed to my desire,
A'

'All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
Defending of the bliss I strove'

'Love in fantastic triumph sat,
Whilst bleeding hearts around him flo'

'Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion, Witchery di'

'How, to thy Sacred Memory, shall I bring
(Worthy thy Fame) a gratef'

'All trembling in my arms Aminta lay,
Defending of the bliss I strove'

'Love in Fantastique Triumph satt,
Whilst bleeding Hearts around him'