Sick
of
Love
.
Solom
.
Song
,
i.
3.
I.
TELL
me
thou
Fairest
of
thy
Kind
,
My
Love
,
my
All-Divine
,
Where
may
this
fainting
Head
reclin'd
Relieve
such
Cares
as
mine
?
Ye
Shepheards
,
Lead
me
to
your
Grove
:
If
burning
Noon
Infect
the
Sky
,
The
Sick'ning
Sheep
to
Coverts
fly
,
The
Sheep
not
half
so
Scorch't
as
I
Thus
Languishing
in
Love
.
II
.
Stretch't
on
the
Flowry
Shades
along
There
would
I
tune
my
Tender
Song
,
And
drop
a
Melting
Tear
;
Musick
has
wondrous
Charms
they
say
,
Musick
can
raging
Heats
allay
,
And
Tame
the
wildest
Care
.
Begin
my
Song
the
Soothing
Strain
;
But
the
dear
Flame
is
Charming
Sweet
,
I
would
not
cool
the
Passion
yet
,
Nor
can
I
bear
the
pain
.
Strangely
I'm
Rack't
in
wide
Extreams
,
I
burn
,
I
burn
,
I
burn
,
and
yet
I
Love
the
Flames
.
III
.
Oh
why
should
Beauty
Heavenly
Bright
Stoop
down
to
Charm
a
Mortals
Sight
,
And
Torture
with
the
Sweet
excess
of
Light
?
Our
Hearts
,
alas
!
how
frail
their
make
!
With
their
own
weight
of
Joy
they
break
,
Oh
why
is
Love
so
strong
,
and
Natures
self
so
weak
?
IV
.
Dear
Lord
,
forgive
my
rash
Complaint
,
And
Love
me
still
,
Against
my
froward
Will
,
Unvail
thy
Beauties
tho'
I
faint
.
Send
the
great
Herald
from
the
Sky
,
And
at
the
Trumpets
awful
roar
This
feeble
state
of
things
shall
fly
,
And
Pain
and
Pleasure
mix
no
more
.
Then
I
shall
gaze
with
Strengthen'd
Sight
On
Glories
Infinitely
bright
,
My
Heart
shall
all
be
Love
,
my
Jesus
all
Delight
.