Say, Love, if ever thou didst find,
A woman with a constant mind,
None but one, none but she,
And what should that rare mirror be,
Some goddess or some queen is she,
She and only she,
She, only queen of love and beauty.

To her then yeild thy shafts and bow,
That can command affections so:
Love is free, Love is free.
So are her thoughts that vanquish thee,
There is no queen of love but she.
She and only she,
She, only queen of love and beauty.