1.
Your friendship much can make me blest -
O, why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny?
2.
Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought,
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought.

Your friendship much can make me blessed -
O, why that bliss destroy?
Why urge the only, one request
You know I will deny?

Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought,
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought.