Пёрселл Генри - Sweeter than roses - текст песни (слова)

Sweeter than roses, or cool evening breeze
 On a warm flowery shore, was the dear kiss,
 First trembling made me freeze,
 Then shot like fire all o'er.
 What magic has victorious love!
 For all I touch or see since that dear kiss,
 I hourly prove, all is love to me.