Ô magnifique et émouvant Purcell ! Clic
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How happy the Lover,
How easy his Chain.
How sweet to discover
He sighs not in vain.
For Love ev’ry Creature
Is form’d by his Nature;
No Joys are above
The Pleasures of Love.
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In vain are our Graces,
In vain are your Eyes,
If Love you despise;
When Age furrows Faces,
’Tis too late to be wise.
Then use the short Blessing,
That flies in Possessing:
No Joys are above
The Pleasures of Love.
John Dryden (1631–1700)
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