An Excellent New SONG, call'd,
The Pleasure of LOVE:
OR,
Worldly PLEASURE
Far Exceeds
The MISER's Treasure.
To a new Play-house Tune. Licens'd according to Order .
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IF a Man was secure
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That Life could endure,
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As of old a thousand, as of old a thousand,
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a thousand good years,
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What arts might we know,
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what acts might we do,
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and all without hurry,
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and all without hurry and care,
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But we that have but span long lives
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The thicker must lay on our pleasure,
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And since time will not stay,
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We'll add the night unto the day,
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And thus, thus, thus, thus,
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And thus we will lengthen the measure .
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If Youth could remain
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Without trouble or pain,
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And ne'er be perplexed, and ne'er be perplexed,
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perplexed with sorrow,
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But Age soon comes on,
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Youth quickly is gone,
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we cannot one moment,
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we cannot one moment's time borrow,
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And since our Days are very short,
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Why should we then lose our pleasure,
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Let us add to our time
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The joy of love and chearful wine,
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And thus, thus, thus, thus,
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And thus we will lengthen the measure .
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Let your Misers scruple on,
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Till their Souls are undone,
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By hoarding of treasure, by hoarding of treasure
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of Treasure great store,
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While Love's our delight
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By day and by night,
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we nere can be wretched,
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we nere can be wretched or poor,
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Then let us not those Worldlings mind,
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Who daily heap up daily Treasure
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But by the Powers of Love,
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May our youthful flames improve,
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And thus, thus, thus, thus,
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And thus we will lengthen the measure .
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Why should Man then repine
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At a Mistress or Wine,
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Which does our dull Fancies, which does our ddll Fancies
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dull Fancies refine,
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Though time pass away,
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Yet while I here stay,
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let Claret and Women,
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let Claret and Women be mine,
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As for those Fools that know them not,
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They never found out solid Treasure,
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'Tis my Bottle and my Miss,
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That we day and night must kiss,
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And thus, thus, thus, thus,
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And thus we will lengthen the measure .
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