Let each gallant heart

Let each gallant heart,

Untouch'd with love's dart,

Prepare for his secret alarms;

That sluggish repose

Wherein now thou art,

Affords far less numerous charms,

For the warfare of love

Yields a thousand times more

Sweets and delights than your dull peace before.

Long torment 'tis sure

We must calmly endure,

Before the dear prize we obtain.

Yet still the hard toil

Is part of the cure,

And such pleasures we find in our pain,

That the warfare of love

Yields a thousand times more

Blissful delights than your dull peace before.