SONG
.
WHenever
,
Chloe
,
I
begin
Your
heart
like
mine
to
move
,
You
tell
me
of
the
crying
sin
Of
unchaste
lawless
love
.
How
can
that
passion
be
a
sin
,
Which
gave
to
Chloe
birth
?
How
can
those
joys
but
be
divine
,
Which
make
a
heaven
on
earth
?
To
wed
,
mankind
the
priest
trepann'd
,
By
some
sly
fallacy
,
And
disobey'd
God's
great
command
,
Increase
and
multiply
.
You
say
that
love's
a
crime
;
content
:
Yet
this
allow
you
must
,
More
joy's
in
heav'n
if
one
repent
,
Than
over
ninety
just
.
Sin
then
,
dear
girl
,
for
heaven's
sake
,
Repent
and
be
forgiven
;
Bless
me
,
and
by
repentance
make
A
holy
day
in
heav'n
.