Loves Power and Greatness,
Or, The Charming Lovers Praise.
Loves Mighty Accents founded Natures frame,
All that have being from Loves Fountain came;
That Universal good, Eternal joy,
Which yields the world such Sacred harmony:
Whose charming power, no power has to stay,
Through Earth, through Air, through Sea it finds a way.
To a New Play-house Tune.
She sick upon her Bed doth lye, whilst he's at Sea
Steering the Compass, away from her to flee;
But Cupid hits him with his Golden Dart,
And makes him likewise for to feel loves smart.
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CAn Life be a Blessing,
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That's worth our possessing?
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Can life be a blessing if Love were away?
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Ah no though our Love all night keeps us waking,
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and though he torment us with cares all the day;
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Yet he sweetens, he sweetens, our pains in the taking
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theres an hour at the last, an hour to repay.
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In every possessing,
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So Heavenly a blessing,
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in every possessing the fruit of our pain;
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Poor Lovers forget long ages of anguish,
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what e're they have suffer'd and done to obtain;
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'Tis a pleasure, a pleasure, to sigh, and to languish,
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when we hope, when we hope, to be happy again.
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For Love is a blessing,
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That's worth our possessing?
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great Love is that blessing for which we contend;
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Incircled to pleasures, to charms that are lasting,
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how happy are Lovers that mutally bend:
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O to manage, to manage, their loves without wasting
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those Heavenly, Heavenly moments to spend.
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Is honour a blessing
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that's worth the possessing?
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is Honour a blessing if Love be deny'd?
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Ah no but most glorious where love is adorning;
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honour shines brightest when love is apply'd
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It splendors, it splendors, like the rays of the morning
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all darting, all darting, from every side.
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The second part to the same Tune.
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When we by possessing,
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Create a new blessing,
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when we by possessing are Charm'd with delight;
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The ravishing pleasure of Beauties surprizing,
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to chase the dark shaddows of care all the night:
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And to sallace, to sallace, till Phoebus up-rising,
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does chear us, does chear us with the dazling light
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Ambitions no blessing,
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Nor pomp worth possessing,
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ambition's no blessing but fruitless and vain;
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Like a Ship on the Ocean the Billows dividing,
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till wrackt by a Tempest, and sunk in the Main:
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But Beauty, bright beauty, Loves eternal abiding
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no dangers, no dangers, can ever restrain.
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Oh Loves the chief blessing,
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And worthy possessing,
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O love's the chief blessing, by love the great frame
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Of Nature was setled, the Universe founded,
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and all that have being from Loves bounties came
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In Paradise, Paradise, sweet Love it abounded,
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and from our first Parents descended by fame.
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To Love is a blessing,
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That's worth the professing.
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to Love is a blessing, where beauties are kind
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Fame, honour, & greatness, with all their dependants
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as when Love, as when love, possesses the mind.
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Those Charms in possessing,
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Renew the great blessing,
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those Charms in possessing, continually breaths
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Fresh fancies of pleasure, for Love is still blooming
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and glorious delight to our Bosoms bequeaths:
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Whilst we drink up, whilst we drink up nectar consuming
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the moments, the moments, like Laurel we wreath
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Then Loves the great blessing,
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That's worthy possessing,
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then Loves the great blessing the glorious Love,
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Transcendant enjoyments most happy assigning
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whole ages of pleasure delightful most prove,
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The reward, the reward, of our toyl without pining
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then let us, then let us, for ever thus move:
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then let us, then let us, for ever thus love.
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