Song from "Troilus and Cressida" (Can life be a blessing)

Can life be a blessing,
Or worth the possessing,
Can life be a blessing, if love were away?
Ah, no! tho' our love all night keep us waking,
And tho' he torment us with cares all the day,
Yet he sweetens, he sweetens our pains in the taking;
There 's an hour at the last, there 's an hour to repay.

In every possessing,
The ravishing blessing,
In every possessing the fruit of our pain,
Poor lovers forget long ages of anguish,
Whatever they have suffered and done to obtain;
'T is a pleasure, a pleasure to sigh and to languish.
When we hope, when we hope to be happy again.