ah! belinda,

i am pressed with torment.

ah! belinda,

i am pressed with torment

not to be confessed.

ah! belinda,

i am pressed with torment.

ah! belinda,

i am pressed with torment

not to be confessed.

peace and i are strangers grown.

i languish till my grief is known

yet would not have it guessed.

peace and i are strangers grown.