From “Tyrannic Love,” Act IV. Sc. 1.

AH, how sweet it is to love!
  Ah, how gay is young desire!
And what pleasing pains we prove
  When we first approach love’s fire!
Pains of love be sweeter far
Than all other pleasures are.

Sighs which are from lovers blown
  Do but gently heave the heart:
E’en the tears they shed...