The Young Lovers Enquiry:
OR,
The Batchelors Question to Cupid.
To an Excellent New Ayre, Sung at the Play-House.
IF Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it Torment? If a Bitter, O tell me, whence comes my
Content? Since I suffer with Pleasure, why should I Complain, Or grieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis
in vain: Yet so pleasing the Pain is, so soft is the Dart, That at once it both Wounds me, and tickles
my Heart.
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(2)
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I grasp her Hand gently, look languishing down,
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And by passionate silence I make my Love known;
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But Oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
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By some willing Mistake, to discover her Love;
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When in striving to hide it, she reveals all her Flame,
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And our Eyes tell each other what neither can name.
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(3)
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How pleasant is Beauty? how sweet are the Charms?
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How delightful Embraces? how peaceful her Arms?
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Sure there's nothing so easie, as learning to Love,
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'Tis taught us on Earth, and by all things above;
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And to Beauties bright Standard all the Hero's must yield,
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For 'tis Beauty that Conquers and keeps the fair Field.
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(4)
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To Beauties bright Scepter thus all things do bow,
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And 'tis to her that we Court, and to her that we Wooe;
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It so strangely does Vanquish, and soften the mind,
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That we yield at first sight, to a Beauty that's kind:
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'Tis a Treasure we dote on, and Dream on each night,
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And there's nothing but Beauty can breed such Delight.
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(5)
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As soon as the Mornings bright Rays I behold,
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(Like a Bride deck'd with Roses, and Rubies, and Gold)
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Straight I think on fair Celia, Divine and so sweet,
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And long for to see her, and sigh at her Feet:
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Every moment I'm absent, I languish and dye,
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And I love by the sweetness and Beams of her Eye.
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(6)
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Then grant, O ye Powers, that her I may find
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Always yielding to Love, and most Charmingly kind;
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That at last by Entreaties, she may be my Bride,
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And I have the Honour to lye by her side:
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Oh! the Pleasures that Beauties can give when they please,
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They can Wound and can Cure a poor Lover with ease,
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(7)
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I'll envy no Princes, but sweetly will live
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Rest contented with Pleasures that Celia can give;
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From all Rivals and Fears, may we both ever live free,
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And for ever be Happy, and ever agree:
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Thus in Sweetness and in innocent Freedom we'll prove
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All the Joys that kind Heav'n gives to those that do Love.
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