Пёрселл Генри - Love thou art best of human joys, Z 596/1 - текст песни (слова)

Love thou art best of Humane Joys;
 Our chiefest happiness below; 
 All other Pleasures are but Toys, 
 Musick without that is but Noise 
 and Beauty but an empty show. 
 
 Heaven who knew best what Men cou'd move, 
 And raise his thoughts above the Brute; 
 Said let him Love; 
 That, that, that alone, 
 must his Soul improve; 
 Howe'er Philosophers dispute. >