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.