Song - Being past the pains of love

Being past the pains of love

Freedom gladly seeks to move,

Says that love's delights were pretty

But to dwell in them 'twere pity,

And yet truly says that love

Must of force in all hearts move

But though his delights are pretty

To dwell in them were a pity.

Let love slightly pass like love

Never let it too deep move

For though love's delights are pretty

To dwell in them were great pity;

Love no pity hath of love

Rather griefs than pleasures move,

So though his delights are pretty

To dwell in them would be pity.

Those that like the smart of love

In them let it freely move

Else though his delights are pretty

Do not dwell in them for pity.