# LOVE WITNESS #

--SONG--
O love!,that stronger art than wine,
Pleasing delusion,witchery divine,
Wont to be prized above all wealth,
Disease that has more joys than health;
Though we blaspheme thee in our pain,
And of thy tyranny complain,
We are all battered by thy reign.

What reason never bestow
We to this useful passion own;
Love wakes dull from sluggish ease,
And learns a clown the art to please,
Humble the vain ,kindles the cold,
Makes misers free,and cowards bold;
'Tis he reforms airy fops to think.

When full brute appetitie is fed,
And choked the glutton lies and dead,
Thou new spirits dost dispense
And finest the gross delights of sense;
Virtie's unconquerable aid
That against Nature can persuade,
And makes a roving mind retire
Within the bounds of just desire;
Cheerer of age,youth's kind unrest,
And half the heaven of the blest!

--Aphra Behn--