The Cure of Love (Anonymous)
- Editor: Joshua Stutter (submitted 2021-10-20). Score information: A4, 2 pages Copyright: CPDL
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Original text and translations
When Chloe I confess my pain,
in gentle words your pity show,
but gentle words are all in vain,
such gales my flame by higher blow.
Ah! Chloe, would you cure the smart,
your conqu'ring eyes have keenly made
yourself upon my bleeding heart,
yourself, fair Chloe must be laid,
Thus for the viper's sting we know
no surer remedy is found
than to apply the tort'ring foe
and squeeze his venom on the wound.