If Love's a Sweet Passion Songtext
von Henry Purcell

If love′s a sweet passion why does it torment
If a bitter, oh tell me, whence comes my content

If love's a sweet passion why does it torment
If a bitter, oh tell me, whence comes my content


Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain
Or grieve at my fate, when I know it′s in vain
Yet so pleasing the pain is so soft as the dart
That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart

Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain
Or grieve at my fate, when I know it's in vain
Yet so pleasing the pain is so soft as the dart
That at once it both wounds me and tickles my heart