If it's true, Chloris, that you love me,
But I hear that you very well do love me,
I don't believe that even kings
Have a happiness that compares to mine.
Death would be so unwelcome
To come change my fortunes
To1 the delight of heaven!
Everything that is said about ambrosia
Touches not at all my fantasy
About the prize that is the grace of your eyes.
1. Je corrige ici la petite coquille dans les paroles françaises. Je pense que c'est "À" au lieu de "A."