Look where my dear Hamilla smiles, 
Hamilla, heavenly charmer!
See how with all their arts and wiles, 
The loves and graces arm her!

A blush dwells glowing on her cheeks, 
Fair seat of youthful pleasures! 
There love in smiling language speaks,
There spreads the rosy treasures.

O fairest maid, I own thy power: 
I gaze, I sigh, and languish;
Yet ever, ever will adore, 
And triumph in my anguish.

But ease, O charmer, ease my care, 
And let my torments move thee;
As thou art fairest of the fair, 
So I the dearest love thee.