A Song: If Wine and Musick Have the Pow'r

IF Wine and Musick have the Pow'r,
To ease the Sickness of the Soul ;
Let Phoebus ev'ry String explore ;
And Bacchus fill the sprightly Bowl.
Let Them their friendly Aid imploy.
To make my Cloe's Absence light ;
And seek for Pleasure, to destroy
The Sorrows of this live-long Night.

But She to Morrow will return :
Venus, be Thou to Morrow great;
Thy Myrtles strow. Thy Odours burn ;
And meet Thy Fav'rite Nymph in State.
Kind Goddess, to no other Pow'rs
Let Us to Morrow's Blessings own :

Thy darling Loves shall guide the Hours;
And all the Day be Thine alone.