[Greta:]
Love is tyrant to all,
Holding hearts in his thrall;
No King has half his pow'r,
He with a glance makes e'en the bravest cow'r;
Woe to hearts that rebel
'Gainst the rule of his spell;
He soon binds them again
In a golden chain.
So I bid you beware, take care,
Lest you fall in his artful snare,
He'll deceive you, and will grieve you,
When his fetters golden you wear,
So I bid you beware, take care,
Lest you fall in his artful snare,
He will always play you,
He'll dismay you,
This tyrant love, take care!
Once I thought to enslave
Love, that mischievous knave;
Tried that King to dethrone,
Rob of his crown, make him my very own,
Thou hast ruled us too long,
Done us many a wrong;
Thy slave no more I'll be,
Let me now be free.
But I bid you beware, take care,
Lest you fall in his artful snare,
He'll deceive you, and will grieve you,
When his fetters golden you wear,
So I bid you beware, take care,
Lest you fall in his artful snare,
He will always play you,
He'll dismay you,
This tyrant love, take care!