The Bad wife/My heart with love is beating
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MY HEART WITH LOVE IS BEATING.
My heart with love is beating,
Transported by those eyes;
Alas! there's no retreating!
In vain your captive flies.
Then why such anger cherish?
Why turn those eyes away?
For if they bid me perish,
Alas! I must obey.
Could deeds my heart discover,
Could valour gain those charms,
I'd prove myself your lover
Against the world in arms.
Proud fair, thus low before you
A prostrate warrior see,
Whose love, delight, and glory,
Are center'd all in thee.