What shall I do to show how much I love her?
How many millions of sighs can suffice?
That which wins other hearts never can move her;
Those common methods of love she'll despise

I will love more than man e’er lov'd before me
Gaze on her all the day and melt all the night;
Till for her own sake, at last, she'll implore me
To love her less to preserve our delight

Since Gods themselvеs could not ever be loving
Mеn must have breathing recruits for new joys;
I wish my love could be always improving
Though eager love more than sorrows destroys

In fair Aurelia’s arms leave me expiring
To be embalm'd by the sweets of her breath;
To the last moment I'll still be desiring;
Never had hero so glorious a death