IX.

JEALOUSY TYRANT OF THE MIND.

This Song is by _Dryden_, being inserted in his Tragi-Comedy of _Love Triumphant_, &c.--On account of the subject it is inserted here.

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What state of life can be so blest, As love that warms the gentle brest; Two souls in one; the same desire To grant the bliss, and to require? If in this heaven a hell we find, 5 Tis all from thee, O Jealousie! Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

All other ills, though sharp they prove, Serve to refine and perfect love: 10 In absence, or unkind disdaine, Sweet hope relieves the lovers paine: But, oh, no cure but death we find To sett us free From jealousie, 15 Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.

False in thy glass all objects are, Some sett too near, and some too far: Thou art the fire of endless night, The fire that burns, and gives no light. 20 All torments of the damn'd we find In only thee, O Jealousie; Thou tyrant, tyrant of the mind.