Oft on the troubled ocean's face

Oft on the troubled ocean's face Loud stormy winds arise; The murmuring surges swell apace, And clouds obscure the skies.

But when the tempest's rage is o'er, Soft breezes smooth the main; The billows cease to lash the shore, And all is calm again

Not so in fond and amorous souls If tyrant love once reigns, There one eternal tempest rolls And yields unceasing pains.