Be still, my swelling heart! one moment, still!
Why, 't is the folly of a love-sick girl.
Come, give it me, or I will say 't is mine,
And that you stole it.
O, you will not dare
To utter such a falsehood!
I not dare?
Look in my face, and say if there is aught
I have not dared, I would not dare for thee!
Why, 't is the folly of a love-sick girl.
Come, give it me, or I will say 't is mine,
And that you stole it.
O, you will not dare
To utter such a falsehood!
I not dare?
Look in my face, and say if there is aught
I have not dared, I would not dare for thee!