Z 628 King Arthur III, 29 Sound a parley. lyrics

CUPID & COLD GENIUS

Sound a parley, ye fair, and surrender,

Set yourselves and your lovers at ease.

He's a grateful offender

Who pleasure dare seize:

But the whining pretender

Is sure to displease.

Sound a parley, ye fair, and surrender.

Since the fruit of desire is possessing,

'Tis unmanly to sigh and complain.

When we kneel for redressing,

We move your disdain.

Love was made for a blessing

And not for a pain.