Purcell - King Arthur текст песни

Tenor
How happy the lover,
How easy his chain!
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.

Chorus
How happy the lover?

Soprano & Bass
For love ev'ry creature
Is form'd by his nature.
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

Chorus
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

Three Nymphs
In vain our graces
In vain are your ayes.
If love you despise,
When age furrows faces
'Tis too late to be wise.

Three Men
The use the sweet blessing
While now in possessing.
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

Three Women
No joys are above
The pleasures of love.

Chorus
No joys?