“Celimena, of my heart,” from An Evening’s Love

Damon.Celimena, of my heart

None shall e’re bereave you:

If with your good leave I may

Quarrel with you once a day

I will never leave you.

Celimena.Passion’s but an empty name

Where respect is wanting:

Damon, you mistake your aim;

Hang your Heart and burn your Flame,

If you must be ranting.

Damon.Love as dull and muddy is,

As decaying Liquor:

Anger sets it on the Lees,

And refines it by degrees,

Till it works it quicker.

Celimena.Love by Quarrels to beget

Wisely you endeavour;

With a grave Physitian’s wit,

Who to cure an Ague fit

Put me in a Feavor.

Damon.Anger rouzes Love to fight,

And his only bait is,

’Tis the spurre to dull delight,

And is but an eager Bite,

When desire at height is.

Celimena.If such drops of heat can fall

In our wooing weather

If such drops of heat can fall

We shall have the Devil and all

When we come together.