A
SONG
.
LOVE
,
thou
art
best
of
Human
Joys
,
Our
chiefest
Happiness
below
;
All
other
Pleasures
are
but
Toys
,
Musick
without
Thee
is
but
Noise
,
And
Beauty
but
an
empty
Show
.
Heav'n
,
who
knew
best
what
Man
wou'd
move
,
And
raise
his
Thoughts
above
the
Brute
;
Said
,
Let
him
Be
,
and
let
him
Love
;
That
must
alone
his
Soul
improve
,
Howe'er
Philosophers
dispute
.