The True Lovers Paradice.
Cupid with his Golden Dart
Pierc'd this Youngster to the heart;
He counts Love a pleasant pain,
And his Freedom doth disdain.
Let other Lovers pattern take
By him, who'll dye for Celia's sake.
To an excellent new Play-house tune: Or, Ah how pleasant are the Charms of love.
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A H how pleasant are the Charms of Love,
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which like streams are always flowing,
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Ah how pleasant are the Charms of Love,
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which like streams are always flowing,
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So my passion's still a growing,
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nothing but my Celias eyes can move;
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So my passion's still a growing
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perfect and immortal as the joys above.
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When Celia did my heart surprize,
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every Sinew felt a pleasure,
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Each kind look from her obliging eye
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fill'd my heart with endless treasure:
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Love, O Love, is the only treasure,
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joy and blessing from the grave and wise,
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Give me love, and life and pleasure,
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I shall never envy what the world enjoys.
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In love I chiefly now delight,
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and doting grown in me no wonder;
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The Darts which did me once affright
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and dread me far worse than thunder,
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Now are welcome unto me,
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increasing still my warm desire,
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Celias Captive I must be,
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'tis she, and none but she that feeds my fire.
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TIs she that breeds my heart content,
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I am like one dead without her,
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If from me once she doth absent,
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she carries all my joys about her;
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With her looks she kills or saves me,
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and breeds my comfort or my grief,
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In Subjection she enslaves me,
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Celia thou most cunningly hast plaid the thief.
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I now take pleasure in my Chains,
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in my Fetters I delight me;
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Yet sure to feel uncessant pains,
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if my Celia once doth slight me;
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On my heart is her impression,
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adding to my passion night and day,
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I from love make no digression,
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Celia at thy feet my dearest life i'le lay.
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Oh was ever such a pleasant wound,
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as my tender heart hath pierced?
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Or ever such a pleasing sound,
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or any in Love better versed?
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Freedom now shall be despised,
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and Celia I am only thine,
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His senses sure must be disguised,
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that in his heart desires to be a libertine.
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Cupid , I will only thee adore,
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and account it clear my Duty,
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My reason I do shew therefore,
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'tis I am compell'd by Beauty;
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Thy fairest eyes have so incharm'd me,
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that self-love I must deny;
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And Loves fires so strangely warm'd me,
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Celia I most freely for thy love can dye.
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Farewel all those pleasant joys
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wherein Free-men are delighted,
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For they to me appear as toys,
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by me they ever shall be slighted,
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Love's the thing that doth possess me,
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his Riches fain I would injoy,
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With my Celia , Cupid bless me,
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nothing then of crosses can my love annoy.
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FINIS.
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