TESTO DEL LIED

"Let each gallant heart"
di John Turner

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.