by Anonymous / Unidentified Author
Love is now become a trade
Language: English
Love is now become a trade, All its joys are bought and sold, Money is a feature made And beauty is confin'd to gold. Courtship is but terms of art, Portion, settlement and dow'r Soften the most obdurate heart, The lawyer is the only wooer. My stock can never reach a wife, It may a small retailing whore; Let men of fortune buy for life, A night's a purchase for the poor.
Authorship:
- by Anonymous / Unidentified Author [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 Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Love is now become a trade", Z. 393, published 1685. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 12
Word count: 72