Z 414/1 She that would gain a faithful lover. [Italian translation]

She that would gain a faithful lover

Must at a distance keep the slave;

Not by a look her heart discover,

Men should but guess the thoughts we have.

Whilst they're in doubt their flame increases,

And all attendance they will pay;

When once confess'd their ardour ceases,

And vows like smoke soon fly away.

Then, fond Aurelia, cease complaining,

All thy reproaches useless prove;

Beauties may conquer whilst disdaining,

But lose their value when they love.

So when a comet does appear,

Men do with trembling view the blaze;

The sun too common none does fear,

Nor on his beams with wonder gaze.

• Artist:Henry Purcell