Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prây thee, why so pale? Will, when looking well canât move her, Looking ill prevail? Prây thee, why so pale? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? Prây thee, why so mute? Will, when speaking well canât win her, Saying nothing do ât? Prây thee, why so mute? Quit, quit, for shame! this will not move, This cannot take her: If of herself she will not love, Nothing can make her: The devil take her!