ORAZIA:
They tell us that your mighty powers above
Make perfect your joys and your blessings by love.
Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that’s there
To give a poor lover such sad torments here?
Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,
My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.
To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains;
There’s joy in my grief and there’s freedom in chains.
If I were divine he cou’d love me no more,
And I in return my adorer adore,
O, let his dear life then, kind Gods, be your care,
For I in your blessings have no other share.