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Oh love! that stronger art than Wine,
Pleasing Delusion, Witchery divine, Wont to be priz'd above all Wealth, Disease that has more Joys than Health; Though we blaspheme thee in our Pain, And of Tyranny complain, We are all better'd by thy 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; And teaches airy Fops to think. When full brute Appetite is fed, And choakd the Glutton lies and dead; Thou new Spirits dost dispense, And fine'st 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. Chearer of Age, Youth's kind Unrest, And half the Heaven of the blest! Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |