No Life if no Love

Caelia is Chast, yet her bright Eyes
Are Motives to desire,
Each Look, each Motion does surprize,
And lasting Love inspire:
Her smiles wou'd make the Wretch rejoyce,
That ne're rejoyc't before;
And O! to hear her charming Voice,
Is Heav'n, or something more!

And thus adorn'd, where e're she turns,
Fresh Conquests on her wait;
The trembling, Restless Lover burns,
Nor can resist his Fate.
Ah! Caelia, as thou'rt fair, be kind,
Nor this small Grace deny;
Though Love for Love I never find,
Yet let me Love, or Dy!