My lovely Celia, heavenly there,
As lily sweet, as soft as air,
None of all their tormenting,
But be kind, and with thy love is my troubled mind.
My lovely Celia, heavenly there,
As lily sweet, as soft as air,
None of all their tormenting,
So let me gaze on your bright eyes,
Where melting beams softer rise,
My heart's enchanted with thy charms,
O take me, thy King, to your arms.