Power and Pleasure of Love:
Is here describd an Antidote of joy,
Against all grief, which doth the heart annoy;
For the greatest Monarch, Clown, and Fool,
Loves power doth conquer, and keeps all in rule:
And those who Love, and kind and constant be,
Live in a continued Extasie;
But those who do in sorrows constant dwell,
Were ner in Love, and cant its pleasure tell.
To a new Play-House Tune: Or, All joy to fair Psyche, etc. With Allowance.
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ALL joy to fair Psyche in this happy place,
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And to her great Master, who her shall embrace;
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May never his Love nor her Beauty decay,
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But be warm as the spring, and still fresh as the day:
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No Mortals on earth ever wretched coud prove,
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If still while they livd theyd be always in love.
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Theres none without Love, ever happy can be,
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Without it each Brute were as happy as we;
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The knowledge men boast of, do nothing but vex,
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And their wandring thoughts their minds do perplex:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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Loves sighs and his tears are mixt with delights,
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But were he still pesterd with cares & with frights;
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Shoud a thousand more torments a Lover invade,
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In one happy moment theyd fully be paid:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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Then lose not a moment, but in pleasure imploy it,
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Your youth requires Love, let it fully enjoy it;
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For a moment once lost will always be so,
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Then make no delay, but to plundering go:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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No pleasure like that when true hearts do unite,
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Tis sweet all the day, and more pleasant at night;
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Nay one of her smiles, and her balmy white hand,
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Would conquering Mars in a moment command:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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The second part, to the same Tune.
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The Merchant that Roves with labour and pain,
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Through tempests and storms much treasure to gain,
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His sorrow forgets, when his Love he doth meet,
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And prostrates himself and his wealth at her feet:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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To think of the torments a Lover goes through,
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And how every hour his sorrows renew;
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But though he each minnute a Martyr must be,
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Yet a smile from his Love will set him quite free:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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Nay though a bright virgin most scornful will prove,
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And seems to disdain all the powers of Love;
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Yet when all alone with her Lover she be,
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She thinks that no Empress so happy as she:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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The Grave and the Sage who blames a young heir,
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Much wondring how he for a Nymph can despair;
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When he sees a brisk Girl, though one foot in the Grave,
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He no greater pleasure desires to have:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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All the great Heros that mighty did prove,
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First took their brave Courage from powerful Love;
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Though daily in sorrow, and ever in pain,
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The thoughts of his dearest revives him again:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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The rustical Clown that lives constant in care,
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A smile from his Betty will make him to swear;
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No Monarch on earth so happy can be,
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Though Mountains of treasure he daily do see:
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No Mortals on earth, etc.
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Then let every Monarch and rustical Clown,
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Disband all false joys, and in Love now lye down;
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For there are no joys that we Mortals can shew,
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But conquering Love that all Monarchs subdue:
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No Mortal on earth ever wretched coud prove,
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If still while they livd theyd be always in Love.
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