Come, come, bid adieu to fear,|
Love and harmony live here;
No domestic jealous jars,
Buzzing slanders, wordy wars
In my presence will appear
Love and harmony live here.
Sighs to am'rous sighs returning
Pulses beating, bosoms burning
Bosoms with warm wishes panting,
Words to speak those wishes wanting
Are the only tumults here,
All the wars you need to fear;
Love and harmony, love and harmony, reign here.
From Comus, performed by Mrs. Clive, before 1746.