If Love's a Sweet Passion, etc.
OR THE
Passionate Lover:
When Love and Beauty doth agree,
It is the best of Company.
Sung with its own proper Tune
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IF Love's a sweet Passion, why doth it Torment?
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If bitter, then tell me, whence comes my Content?
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Since I suffer with Pleasure, why should I complain,
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Or grieve at my Fate, since I know its in vain?
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So pleasant the Pain is, and so swift is the Dart,
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At once it doth wound me, and tickle my Heart.
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I grasp't her Hand gently, look't languishing down,
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And by passionate Silence I made my Love known,
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But O 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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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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How pleasant is Beauty? how sweet are the Charms?
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How delightful Embraces? how pleasant her Arms?
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Sure there's nothing so easie as learning to love:
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Since its taught us on Earth, by all things Above.
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To Beauty's bright Standard all Hero's must yeild,
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For its Beauty that conquers and keeps the brave Field.
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To Beauty's Royal Scepter thus all things do bow,
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For its her that we Court and her that we Woo.
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It so strangely doth vanquish and soften the Mind,
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That we yeild at first sight to Beauty that's kind.
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For its a Treasure we dot on and dream in the night,
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And nothing but Beauty can breed such delight.
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As soon as the Morning's bright Rayes I behold
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Like a Bride deck't in Roses and Rubies in Gold,
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Straight I think on fair Esther divine and so sweet,
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And I long to see her and sigh at her Feet:
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Ev'ry Moment I'm absent I languish and die,
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And I live by the Sweetness and Beam of her eye.
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Then grant, O high Powers! that her I may find
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Alwayes yeilding to Love and 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 ly by her Side.
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O the Pleasures that Beauties can give, when they please!
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They can kill and can cure a poor Lover with Ease.
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I will envy no Prince, but sweetly will live
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Rest contented with Pleasure that Esther can give,
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From all Rivals and Fears we may always live free
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For ever be happy and ever agree.
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O! this innocent Pleasure and freedom will prove
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All the Joys that kind Heav'ns give those that do love.
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