sábado, 16 de janeiro de 2010


If Love's a Sweet Passion,
why does it torment?
If a Bitter, oh tell me
whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure,
why should I complain,
Or grieve at my Fate,
when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the Pain is,
so soft is the Dart,
That at once it both wounds me
and tickles my Heart.

The Fairy Queen, Purcell