The Power of Love.
Where shall a man an object find that may preserve a quiet mind?
Where shall a man an object find that may preserve a quiet mind? Sad
sorrow dwells in Loves fair Eyes, and Beauty stirs up Jealousies: A Lovers Hopes are mixt with Fears,
and all his Joys, and all his Joys do end in Tears: Yet I must love, though't be my fate to be rewarded
still with hate; for by experience now I feel Loves Darts are all Magnetick steel: For when I fly to
ease my pain, an Arrow draws me back again.
