Not to sigh and to be tender, Not to talk and prattle Love, Is a Life no good can render, And insipidly does move: Unconcern do's Life destroy, Which, without Love, can know no Joy.
Life, without adoring Beauty, Will be useless all the day; Love's a part of Human Duty And 'tis Pleasure to obey. In vain the Gods did Life bestow, Where kinder Love has nought to do.
What is Life, but soft desires, And that Soul, that is not made To entertain what Love inspires. Oh thou dull immortal Shade? Thou'dst better part with Flesh and Blood, Than be, where Life's not understood.