Songs

Fairest isle of isles excelling, seat of pleasures and of loves,
Venus here will choose her dwelling, and forsake her Cyprian groves.
Cupid, from his fav’rite nation, care and envy will remove;
Jealousy, that poisons passion and despair that dies for love.
Gentle murmurs, sweet complaining, sighs that blow the fire of love,
Soft repulses, kind disdaining, shall be all the pains you prove.
Every swain shall pay his duty, grateful every nymph shall prove;
And as these excel in beauty, those shall be renown’d for love.