William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Song: ‘How happy the lover’John Dryden (1631–1700)
Sung to a Minuet
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How easy his chain,
How pleasing his pain;
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.
For love, every creature
Is formed by his nature;
No joys are above
The pleasures of Love.
In vain are your eyes,
If love you despise.
When age furrows faces,
’Tis time to be wise.
Then, use the short blessing
That flies in possessing;
No Joys are above
The pleasures of Love.