Lost to all Thought, but His Transporting Charms,
I sunk, unguarded! Melting in his Arms!
Blest at that lavish rate, my State, that Hour
I’d not have Chang’d for all in fortune’s Pow’r,
Nay, had descending Angel’s from on High
Spread their bright Wings to waft me to the Sky,
Thus clasp’d! Cœlestial Charms had fail’d to move
And Heav’n been slighted, for Henricus Love.
How did I then thy happy Influence Bless?
How watch each joyful Night, thy Lights encrease?