Through those two big black eyes, skylights of your soul, Oh, merciless demon! pour less fire on me; I'm not the Styx to hug you nine times, Oh! and I can't, libertine Megara, To break your courage and leave you last, In the hell of your bed I will become Proserpine.
Oh, merciless demon! pour less fire on me;
I'm not the Styx to hug you nine times,
Oh! and I can't, libertine Megara,
To break your courage and leave you last,
In the hell of your bed I will become Proserpine.