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love and logic.
The goddess held a jewel up,
With Heaven's own glory flashing thro' it;—
"Nay! see my Rose's blushing cup!"
Said Love,—" Your gem is nothing to it!"
With Heaven's own glory flashing thro' it;—
"Nay! see my Rose's blushing cup!"
Said Love,—" Your gem is nothing to it!"
"For shame! false boy! must force be tried?
Is't thus you waste this precious season?"
"Take care! d'ye know this bow?' he cried!
Ah! Love too oft has conquer'd Reason!—
Is't thus you waste this precious season?"
"Take care! d'ye know this bow?' he cried!
Ah! Love too oft has conquer'd Reason!—
"I see your aim!—your rhetoric speeds
On proud Olympus ill without me;
But happy Love no Reason needs!
Begone! and when they ask about me,
On proud Olympus ill without me;
But happy Love no Reason needs!
Begone! and when they ask about me,
"Just tell them, in my Rose's heart
I've found so dear—so pure a treasure
I grudge them not Minerva's art,
Or laughing Hebe's cup of pleasure
I've found so dear—so pure a treasure
I grudge them not Minerva's art,
Or laughing Hebe's cup of pleasure
The maid had not a word to say,—
She knew the rogue was talking treason,—
But back to Ida bent her way;
For—Love can better plead than Reason!
She knew the rogue was talking treason,—
But back to Ida bent her way;
For—Love can better plead than Reason!
