Loving above himself

Lyrics

Poor Celadon, he sighs in vain; The fair Euginia must not love Nor has a shepherd reason to complain When tow'ring thoughts his ruin prove But Celadon his stars will often blame With all the passion of the mind and tongue Complaining words and notes increase his flame; Thy nymph won't see it, but commends the song Alas, 'tis plain what crosses still his fate; What, can a verse or note avail? Birth, fortune are as hills of greatest height; They overlook a lowly dale