The Enchanted LOVER, Or, Celia Triumphant. Being a most pleasant new Court Song.  
Conquered by love enchanted Strephon sings,  
Whilst the love's god his flames fans with his wings,  
And makes him Celia praise unto the Skies,  
Beauty and Celia now are all he cries,  
Transported by his passion and her eyes,  
Thus Amorous Youth are caught in Cupid's net,  
Which the enchanting fair Doves daily set.  
To a pleasant new Playhouse Tune.  
 
 
 

AH! how pleasant are the charms of Love,  
which like Streams are always flowing  
Ah! how pleasant are the Charms of Love,  
which like Streams are always flowing,  
So my passion s still a growing,  
nothing but my Celia's eyes can move,  
So my passion's still a growing,  
perfect and immortal as the joys above.   

When Celia did my heart surprise,  
every Siniew felt a pleasure,  
Each kind look from her obliging ere  
filled my heart with endless Treasure:  
Love, O Love, is the only treasure,  
joy and Blessing from the Brave and Wise,  
Give me Love, one Life, and Pleasure,  
Shall never end what the World enjoys.  
Ah! how ravishing is the delight  
how transporting is the pleasure,  
And what are the Charms that do invite  
when each smile's a boundless treasure,  
That exceeds the Indian Ocean,  
or all the Riches that the World can give,  
Her eyes sparkle in the motion  
like the Heavenly sires that do sorever live.   

Oh still in the Groves I sing her praise  
whilst the Birds the same returning,  
Loudly warble forth fair Celia's lays,  
and the Lark sings every morning,  
Grateful Tunes of sweetest number,  
for to raise my Celia from her ease,  
So to shake off her soft slumber,  
and all the gentle fancies that to her seize.   
 
 

Ah how like the Snow are Celia's Breasts  
which do charm with pleasant panting,  
There the god of love his head does rest,  
nor can sleep those pillows wanting,  
Whilst her breath the Air perfuming.  
Balm forth from her Coral Lips does flow  
Which like Spices when they're blooming,  
round about the world fragrant sweets do throw   

Her fair Tresses like Sunbeams do shine  
with which amorous Winds still playing,  
Make her for to look far more divine,  
whilst devotion I am paying  
And to pleasures am aspiring  
as there's nothing more has power to move,  
Nor on Earth that's worth desiring,  
is there ought I can compare with Celia's love   

Ah my Celia pride of all her Set,  
beauty's boast and chiefest treasure,  
To whom Venus does all things anex,  
to complete her all of pleasure,  
That the joys above resembled,  
in a mortal once again doth dwell,  
Where all virtues are assembled  
perfect in themselves & that all else excel.   

Which the world beside has power to give,  
Oh my Celia fair and charming,  
By whose smiles alone I live  
whose eyes like the Sun are warming,  
But when in my Arms embracing  
Oh then let my silence speak the joy,  
For 'tis far beyond expressing,  
sure such blessed transports never yet could cloy.   

All upon each pleasant Tree her name  
in cool shades I still am carding,  
That for evermore may live her Fame,  
though far less than she's deserving,  
Whilst the Nymphs they do sit singing,  
and the pleasant Roses on her shed,  
Endless joys are ever springing,  
& a thousand blessings are around her spreed.   

Each Shepherd does gaze with dazledeyes,  
to see her face like Sun arising,  
Cast a bright Reflection on the Skies  
or as a Comet that's surprising  
Causes wonder, as she passes  
all the Woods and Groves resound her prasse  
Chanted forth by Nymph-like Lasses,  
who for evermore unto her yield the Baye●   

Then let Celia ever happy be,  
Ay thrice happy in enjoying,  
And to love for ever be she free  
to love's power there's no denying,  
Then let no one envy this my Treasure  
in the which I still content do find;  
Endless joys and endless pleasure  
which can never fade whilst Celia proveth kind.    

Printed for P. Brooksby at the Golden Ba●lin West finish field.