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.