Anne Kingsmill Finch - Three SongsAnne Kingsmill Finch - Three Songs
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LOVE, thou art best of Human Joys,
Our chiefest Happiness below;
All other Pleasures are but Toys,
Musick without Thee is but Noise,
And Beauty but an empty Show.
Heav`n, who knew best what Man wou`d move,
And raise his Thoughts above the Brute;
Said, Let him Be, and let him Love;
That must alone his Soul improve,
Howe`er Philosophers dispute.
II
Quickly, Delia, Learn my Passion,
Lose not Pleasure, to be Proud;
Courtship draws on Observation,
And the Whispers of the Croud.
Soon or late you`ll hear a Lover,
Nor by Time his Truth can prove;
Ages won`t a Heart discover,
Trust, and so secure my Love
III
`TIS strange, this Heart within my breast,
Reason opposing, and her Pow`rs,
Cannot one gentle Moment rest,
Unless it knows what`s done in Yours.
In vain I ask it of your Eyes,
Which subt`ly would my Fears controul;
For Art has taught them to disguise,
Which Nature made t` explain the Soul.
In vain that Sound, your Voice affords,
Flatters sometimes my easy Mind;
But of too vast Extent are Words
In them the Jewel Truth to find.
Then let my fond Enquiries cease,
And so let all my Troubles end:
For, sure, that Heart shall ne`er know Peace,
Which on Anothers do`s depend.
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