Some think to lose him, Which is too unkind; And some do suppose him, Poor Heart to be Blind: But if ne'er so close you wall him, Do the best that you may; Blind Love, if so you call him, Will find out the way. Well may the Eagle Stoop down to the Fist; Or you may inveagle, The Phenix of the East: With Tears the Tyger's moved, To give over his Prey; But never stop a Lover, He will post on his way. From _Dover_ to _Barwick_, And Nations thro'out; Brave _Guy_ of _Warwick_, That Champion stout: With his Warlike behaviour, Thro' the World he did stray; To win his _Phillis's_ Favour, Love will find out the way. In order next enters, _Bevis_ so brave; After Adventures, And Policy grave: To see whom he desired, His _Josian_ so gay, For whom his Heart was fired, Love found out the way. _The Second Part, To the same Tune._ The gordian Knot, Which true Lovers knit; Undo you cannot, Nor yet break it: Make use of your Inventions, Their Fancies to betray; To frustrate your intentions, Love will find out the way. From Court to Cottage, In Bower and in Hall; From the King unto the Beggar, Love conquers all: Tho' ne'er so stout and Lordly, Strive do what you may; Yet be you ne'er so hardy, Love will find out the way. Love hath power over Princes, Or greatest Emperor; In any Provinces, Such is Love's Power: There is no resisting, But him to obey; In spight of all contesting, Love will find out the way. If that he were hidden, And all Men that are; Were strictly forbidden, That place to declare: Winds that have no abiding, Pitying their delay; Will come and bring him tydings, And direct him the way. If the Earth should part him. He would gallop it o're: If the Seas should overthwart him, He would swim to the Shore: Should his Love become a Swallow, Thro' the Air to stray; Love would lend Wings to follow, And would find out the way. There is no striving, To cross his intent: There is no contriving, His Plots to prevent: But if once the Message greet him, That his true Love doth stay; If Death should come and meet him, Love will find out the way. _A_ SONG, _in the Play call'd the Tragedy of_ CLEOMENES _the Spartan Heroe: Sung by Mrs._ BUTLER, _Set by Mr._ H. PURCELL. [Music] No, no, poor suffering Heart, no change endeavour; Chuse to sustain the smart rather than leave her: My ravish'd Eyes behold such Charms about her, I can Dye with her, but not live without her, One tender Sigh of her to see me Languish: Will more than pay the price of my past Anguish, Beware, oh cruel Fair how you smile on me, 'Twas a kind look of yours that has undone me.