Whilst I with grief lyrics

Whilst I with grief did on you look
When Love had turn'd your Brain
From you, I the contagion took
And for you bore the pain

Marcella, then your Lover prize
And be not too severe;
Use well the conquest of your Eyes
For Pride has cost you dear

Ambrosio treats your Flames with scorn
And racks your tender mind
Withdraw your Smiles and Frowns return
And pay him in his Kind