O'erflow the joys with flood of tears.
He. By vain and senseless forms betrayed,
Harmless love's the offender made;
While we no other pains endure,
Than those, that we ourselves procure;
But one soft moment makes amends
For all the torment that attends.
Chorus of both.
Let us love, let us love, and to happiness haste.
Age and wisdom come too fast;