Текст песни Celia Has a Thousand Charms

Celia has a thousand charms: 'Tis heaven within her arms. While I stand gazing on her face Some new and some resistless Grace Fills with fresh magic all the place. But while the nymph I thus adore, I should my wretched fate deplore. But, oh, Mirtillo, have a care, Her sweetness is beyond compare. But then she's false as well as fair. Have a care, Mirtillo, have a care.