| John Dryden (1631–1700). The Poems of John Dryden. 1913. | | | | Songs from the Plays | | “Celimena, of my heart,” from An Evening’s Love |
| | | Damon. Celimena, of my heart | |
| None shall e’re bereave you: | |
| If with your good leave I may | |
| Quarrel with you once a day | |
| I will never leave you. | 5 |
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| Celimena. Passion’s but an empty name | |
| Where respect is wanting: | |
| Damon, you mistake your aim; | |
| Hang your Heart and burn your Flame, | |
| If you must be ranting. | 10 |
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| Damon. Love as dull and muddy is, | |
| As decaying Liquor: | |
| Anger sets it on the Lees, | |
| And refines it by degrees, | |
| Till it works it quicker. 1 | 15 |
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| Celimena. Love by Quarrels to beget | |
| Wisely you endeavour; | |
| With a grave Physitian’s wit, | |
| Who to cure an Ague fit | |
| Put me in a Feavor. | 20 |
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| Damon. Anger rouzes Love to fight, | |
| And his only bait is, | |
| ’Tis the spurre to dull delight, | |
| And is but an eager Bite, | |
| When desire at height is. | 25 |
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| Celimena. If such drops of heat can fall | |
| In our wooing weather | |
| If such drops of heat can fall | |
| We shall have the Devil and all | |
| When we come together. | 30 |
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