Текст песни Pausanius, Z. 585: No. 1, Sweeter Than Roses - Henry Purcell , Elizabeth Kenny

Sweeter than roses, or cool evening's breeze
On a flowery shore, was the dear kiss
First trembling, makes me freeze
Then it shot like fire all of over
What Magick have victorius love
For all I touch or see, since that dear kiss
I hourly prove, all is love to me