All the Universe obeys Love,
Fair Phyllis, submit your soul to him,
The other Gods pay court to this God,
And their power is less than his flame:
For young hearts it is the supreme good,
Love, love, all the rest is nothing.
Without this Love, so many ravishing sights,
These flowering Meadows, Woods, Gardens & Fountains,
Have no charms that are not languid,
And their pleasure is less sweet than these pains:
For young hearts it is the supreme good,
Love, Love, all the rest is nothing.
Michel Lambert
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