Aphra Behn (Афра Бен)

Song

O Love! that stronger art than wine,
Pleasing delusion, witchery divine,
Wont to be prized above all wealth,
Disease that has more joys than health;
Though we blaspheme thee in our pain,
And of thy tyranny complain,
We are all bettered by they reign.
      
What reason never can bestow
We to this useful passion owe;
Love wakes the dull from sluggish ease,
And learns a clown the art to please,
Humbles the vain, kindles the cold,
Makes misers free, and cowards bold;
’Tis he reforms the sot from drink,
And teaches airy fops to think.

When full brute appetite is fed,
And choked the glutton lies and dead,
Thou new spirits dost dispense
And ’finest the gross delights of sense:
Virtue’s unconquerable aid
That against Nature can persuade,
And makes a roving mind retire
Within the bounds of just desire;
Cheerer of age, youth’s kind unrest,
And half the heaven of the blest! 

1. Oh, How the Hand the Lover Ought to Prize
2. Epitaph on the Tombstone of a Child, the Last of Seven that Died Before
3. To Lysander
4. Angellica’s Lament
5. The Disappointment

Maria Lowell (Мария Лоуэлл) Song ("O BIRD, thou dartest to the sun")

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