Chapter 21

A ZEPHYR. Great Love hath potent charms; To him we yield our arms; His cares and sorrows sweet Have, too, their joy--though fleet! To follow him, all hearts Would court a thousand darts. If we would taste his deep delight, Ah! we must pine till fades the light Before our eyes. A worthless life it is--when love Fills not the heart it fain would move!

_They sing together._

In love if we must grieve and sigh, A moment's bliss still well repays The ills and woes of many days.

A ZEPHYR (_alone_). 'Midst hopes and fears, And mystery and tears, We cannot, without the touch of pain, Bliss seek again.

BOTH (_together_). In love if we must grieve and sigh, A moment's bliss still well repays The ills and woes of many days.

A CUPID (_alone_). What better deed is there to do Than strive to please and softly woo? A lover's part is sweetest care, And this it is that all must bear.

BOTH (_together_). In love if we must grieve and sigh, A moment's bliss still well repays The ills and woes of many days.