Ah Who Should Make My Heart Despond?

AH who should make my heart despond,
My heart untroubled pant and bleed?
Queen Cleopatra it would need,
And Melusina, and the blonde
Aglaura whom the Soldan stark
Sailed away with in his bark.

Since Susan comes a-wooing,
Let us go where the wood-doves are cooing.

My warlike heart no pity has;
Ah who should make my heart surrender?
Princess Aurelia the tender,
And Queen Ismene whose cheeks surpass
Upon the snows the tints of rose
The morning on the mountain throws.

Since Alice comes a-wooing,
Let us go where the wood-doves are cooing.