Let the dreadful engines of eternal will, The thunder roar and crooked lightning kill, My rage is hot as theirs, as fatal too, And dares as horrid execution do. Or let the frozen North its rancour show, Within my breast far greater tempests grow; Despair's more cold than all the winds can blow. Can nothing, nothing warm me? Yes, yes, Lucinda's eyes. There Etna, there, There, there Vesuvio lies, To furnish Hell with flames That mounting reach the skies. Ye powers, I did but use her name, And see how all the meteors flame; Blue lightning flashes round the court of Sol, And now the globe more fiercely burns Than once at Phaeton's fall. Ah, where are now those flow'ry groves Where Zephyr's fragrand winds did play? Where guarded by a troop of Loves, The fair Lucinda sleeping lay: There sung the nightingale and lark, Around us all was sweet and gay; We ne'er grew sad till it grew dark, Nor nothing feared but short'ning day. I glow, I glow but 'tis with hate Why must I burn for this ingrate? Cool, cool it then and rail, Since nothing, nothing will prevail. When a woman love pretends, 'Tis but till she gains her ends, And for better and for worse Is for marrow of the purse, Where she jilts you o'er and o'er, Proves a slattern or a whore, This hour will teaze and vex, And will cuckold ye the next, They were all contrived in spite, To torment us, not delight; But to scold and scratch and bite, And not one of them proves right, But all, all are witches by this light. And so I fairly bid 'em, and the world, Good Night.
- by Thomas d'Urfey (1653 - 1723), from The Comical History of Don Quixote, Act IV, scene i.  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Let the dreadful engines", note: this is a realization of a song by Purcell. [text verified 1 time]
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Let the dreadful engines", Z. 578 no. 3 (1694-5), from Don Quixote, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
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