If love's a sweet passion, &c. or, The passionate lover: When love and beauty doth agree, it is the best of company. Sung with its own proper tune. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B24555 of text R229210 in the English Short Title Catalog. Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B24555 Wing I36A Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.121.g.9[34] ESTC R229186 ESTC R229210 ocm99888221

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 eng Ballads, English -- 17th century. Love -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Broadsides -- England -- 17th century. eebo If love's a sweet passion, e.t.c.c. or, The passionate lover: : When love and beauty doth agree, it is the best of company. Sung with its own proper t n/a 1670 1 494 1 0 0 0 0 0 20.24 C The rate of 20.24 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the C category of texts with between 10 and 35 defects per 10,000 words. 2014-04 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2014-12 Sampled and proofread 2014-12 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2015-03 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
If Love 's a Sweet Passion , &c. OR THE Passionate Lover : When Love and Beauty doth agree , It is the best of Company . Sung with its own proper Tune IF Love 's a sweet Passion , why doth it Torment ? If bitter , then tell , me , whence comes my Content ? Since I suffer with Pleasure , why should I complain , Or grieve at my Fate , since I know it s in vain ? So pleasant the Pain is , and so swift is the Dart , At once it doth wound me , and tickle my Heart . I grasp't het Hand gently , lock't languishing down , And by passionate Silence I made my Love known , But O how I 'm blest , when so kind she does prove , By some willing mistake to discover her Love ! In striving to hide it she reveals all her Flame , And our Eyes tell each other , what neither can Name How pleasant is Beauty ? how sweet are the Charms ? How delightful Embraces ? how pleasant her Arms ? Sure there 's nothing so easie as learning to love : Since it s taught us on Earth , by all things Above . To Beauty's bright Standard all Hero's must yeild , For its Beauty that conquers and keeps the brave Field . To Beauty's Royal Scepter thus all things do bow , For it s her that we Court and her that we Woo . It so strangely doth vanquish and soften the Mind , That we yeild at first sight to Beauty that 's kind . For it s a Treasure we dot on and dream in the night , And nothing but Beauty can breed such delight . And soon as the Morning's bright Rayes I behold Like a Bride deck't in Roses and Rubies in Gold , Straight I think on fair Esther divine and so sweet , And I long to see her and sigh at her Feet : Ev'ry Moment I 'm absent I languish and die , And I live by the Sweetness and Beam of her eye . Then grant , O high Powers ! that her I may find Alwayes yeilding to Love and charmingly kind , That at last by Entreaties she may be my Bride And I have the Honour to ly by her Side . O the Pleasures that Beauties can give , when they please ! They can kill and can cure a poor Lover with Ease . I will envy no Prince , but sweetly will live Rest contented with Pleasure that Esther can give , From all Rivals and Fears we may always live free For ever be happy and ever agree . O! this innocent Pleasure and freedom will prove All the Joys that kind Heav'ns give those that do lov● FINIS .