Бёрд Уильям - From Citheron the warlike boy is fled - There careless thoughts are freed - If Love be just - ноты, текст песни (слова)

From Citheron the warlike boy is fled 
 And smiling sits upon a Virgin's lap, 
 Thereby to train poor misers to the trap, 
 Whom Beauty draws with fancy to be fed: 
 And when Desire with eager looks is led, 
 Then from her eyes 
 The arrow flies, 
 Feather'd with flame, arm'd with a golden head.
 
 There careless thoughts are freed of that flame 
 Wherewith her thralls are scorched to the heart: 
 If Love would so, would God the enchanting dart 
 Might once return and burn from whence it came! 
 Not to deface of Beauty's work the frame, 
 But by rebound 
 It might be found 
 What secret smart I suffer by the same.
 
 If Love be just, then just is my desire; 
 And if unjust, why is he call'd a God? 
 O God, O God, O Just! reserve thy rod 
 To chasten those that from thy laws retire! 
 But choose aright (good Love! I thee require) 
 The golden head, 
 Not that of lead! 
 Her heart is frost and must dissolve by fire.