LOVES EMPIRE,
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The Happy State of true Lovers.
Being a most pleasant and Delightful New Play SONG.
When Earth was made in the first age of Men,
Love, that's now Art, mov'd all by nature then;
Simplicity in love was then their pride,
No cunning Artifice they had to hide
A generous passion, which did freely flow
But now 'tis Gold that governs all below:
More is the pitty, yet we here may find,
Vertue out-do it, and to Lovers kind.
To a New Play-house Tune; Or, All hail to the pleasures of Love.
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ALL hail to the pleasures of Love,
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to joys that Lovers do find;
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And hail to the Powers above,
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that still to our Laws have been kind:
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Oh! Beauty's an Empire, where we
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have more than ambition can lend us,
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In all the delights we live free,
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that Cupid or Venus can send us.
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No Faction disturbs our sweet peace,
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nor the blustring storms of the State,
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But stor'd with such blessed encrease,
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as each moment for us do create:
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On Beds of sweet Roses we lye,
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while each charm'd with 1000 delights,
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When blushing, the Nymph she does cry,
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Love, love now to pleasure invites.
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WHen Nations are ruin'd by War,
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and the sword does dreadfully rage
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We dare bid defiance to fear,
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for no fear can our passion asswage:
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Love conquers the Tyrant when he
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does breath nothing but slaughter & death
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Through Armour swift beauty does flee,
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& soon cools the stout warriors fierce breath
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It makes him to yield what he won,
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I, & throws down his Laurels so fair,
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As if he had nwly begun,
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while loves Empire of beauty does share
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A Court Love does hold in each Bower,
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where the Monarchs does cite to attend
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Who lay aside Glory and Power,
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and to charms of fair beauty do bend.
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The State-Polititions likewise,
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who the wheel of the Kingdom can turn,
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Here often do feel a surprize,
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when in feavors of Love they do burn:
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There's none that is free from this pain,
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'tis so pleasant each strive to envy,
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And do with they may in it remain,
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although it had power to destroy.
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In the Groves, pleasant Meads, & springs
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when the evening Dew it does fall,
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And the Lark her last leave she sings,
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to walk abroad Cupid does call:
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Then from our sweet repose we stray,
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for to view our Flocks & Herds so fair,
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While blushing like to the pride of May,
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my shepherdess looks beyond compare.
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Oh innocent Love is a treasure,
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& the greatest the powers they can give
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But O for to think of the Pleasure,
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and the joys that in love we receive:
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Whilst panting on fair breasts we lye,
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embracing a beauty so bright,
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Who with a beam shot from her E[ye]
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can chase away shades of Night[.]
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Those Coral Lips so fair to press,
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with softest touches, the which inclo[se]
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Orient Pearl, O such happiness
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from the fountain of love ever flows
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That none but who try d them can tell,
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it is the true spark of joys above,
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Where joy'd love in bright Angels dwell
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and with it happy for ever prove.
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Then let each true love his treasure
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for Gold is dross when with it compar'd
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There's nought on earth with it can measure
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no, not the Spices Arabia shar'd:
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when blooming they their sweets send forth
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nor all that the Dream in't contains,
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there's nought but true love that is worth
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in it all the good on Earth remains.
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FINIS.
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