Queen MAy the God of Wit in╌spire the Sacred Nine to bear a May the God of Wit in╌spire the Sacred Nine to bear a May the God of Wit in╌spire the Sacred Nine to bear a Part and the Blessed Heav'nly Quire shew the ut╌most of their Art Part and the Blessed Heav'nly Quire shew the ut╌most of their Art Part and the Blessed Heavn'ly Quire shew the ut╌most of thei Art Whilst Eccho whilst Eccho shall in sounds remote repeat each Note Ecco repeat each Note Softer each Note Whilst Eccho whilst Eccho shall in sounds remote repeat each Note repeat each Note each Note Whilst Eccho whlst Eccho shall in sounds remote repeat each Note repeat each Note each Note Vers. whilst Eccho Ecco whilst Eccho Softer Eccho Vers whilst Eccho Ecco whilst Eccho Softer Eccho Vers. shall in sounds re╌mote whilst Eccho whilst Eccho Eccho whilst Eccho whilst Eccho Eccho shall in sounds re╌mote whilst Eccho whilst Eccho Eccho whilst Eccho whilst Eccho Eccho shall in sounds re╌mote Ecco sounds re╌mote Softer remote Vers. repeat each Note Ecco repeat each Note Softer each Note Vers. repeat each sounds re╌mote remote repeat each Note repeat each Note each Note repeat each sounds remote remote repeat each Note repeat each Note each Note repeat each Ecco Softer Note Ecco re╌peat each Note Softer each Note Note re╌peat each Note each Note Note re╌peat each Note each Note A SONG in the 5th Act of the Fairy Queen Trumpet THus thus thus thus the Gloo╌my World at first be╌gan to Shine Thus thus thus thus the Gloo╌my World at first began to Shine And from the Pow'╌r De╌vine and from a Pow'╌r Devine a glory roun╌d a glory roun╌d a╌bout it bur╌l'd which made it bright which made it bright and gave it gav╌e it birth in light which made it bright which made it bright and gave it gav╌e it birth in light Violin Then then were all minds as pure as pure as those E╌the╌rial streams In In╌nocence se╌cure In In╌nocence se╌cure not sub╌ject to Extreams there was no place then no place then for emp╌ty Fame no cause for Pride no cause for Pride Am╌bi╌tion want╌ed Aim Am╌bi╌tion wanted Aim there was no place then no place then for emp╌ty Fame no cause for Pride no cause for Pride Am╌bi╌tion want╌ed Aim Am╌bi╌tion Trumpet wanted Aim Thus thus c. as before SOLO A single SONG YEs Daphne yes Daphne in╌your Face I find those Charm╌s by which my Heart 's betray'd then let not your disdain un╌bind the Pris'ner the Pris'ner that your Eyes have made She that in Love makes least defence woun╌ds c╌ver with the su╌rest Dart Beauty may Cap╌tivate the Sense but Kindness but Kind╌ness only gains the Heart Heart II. 'T is mildness Daphne must maintain the Empire that you once have won When Beauty does like Tyrants reign Their Subjects from their Duty run Then force me not to be untrue Lest I compell'd by gen'rous shame Cast off my Loyalty to you To gain a glorious Rebel's name SOLO A single SONG HArk hark how all things in one soun╌d re╌joyce re╌joyce re╌joy╌ce re╌joy╌ce re╌joyce Hark! ╌joyce and the World seems to have one Voice the World seems to have one Voi╌ce to have one Voice Hark! hark how all things in one soun╌d re╌joyce re╌joyce re╌joy╌ce re╌ce rejoyce rejoy╌ce re╌joyce SOLO A single SONG HArk hark the ecch'ing Air a tri╌umph sings hark the ecch'ing Air a tri╌umph sings a tri╌umph a tri╌umph tri╌umph sing╌s a tri╌umph triumph sings sings And all a╌round and all a╌round plea╌s'd Cupids clap their wings clap clap clap clap their wings pleas'╌d Cupids clap their wings and all around and all around plea╌s'd Cupids clap clap clap clap clap their wings clap clap clap clap clap clap clap their wings plea╌s'd Cupids clap their wings and all a╌wings A SONG for Two Voices in the Fairy Queen LEt the Fifes and the Clarions and shrill Trumpets sound let the Fifes and the Let the Fifes and the Clarions and shrill Trumpets Clarions and shrill Trumpets sound sound sound sound sound sound sound Let the Eises and the Clarions and shrill Trumpets sound sound sound sound sound sound And the Arch of high sound sound sound sound sound sound And the Arch of high Heav'n the Clangor re╌sound Heav'n the Clangor resound and the Arch of high Heav'n the Clangor re╌soun╌d and the Arch of high Heav'n the Clangor resound╌d resoun╌d the Arch of high Heaven the resoun╌d the Arch of high Heaven the Clangor resound re╌soun╌d the Arch of high Clangor resound re╌soun╌d the Arch of high Heaven the Clangor resound Heaven the Clangor resound The Four SEASONS in the Fairy-Queen Spring Thus the ever grate╌ful Spring Thus the ever grateful Spring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring all your sweets before him lay all your sweets before him lay then round his Al╌tar sing and play all all all all all all all your sweets before him lay then round his Al╌tar sing and play then roun╌d his Al╌tar sing and play Thus the e╌ver grateful Spring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring does her yearly Tribute bring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring Summer Her 's the Summer Sprightly Gay Smi╌ling Wanton Fresh and Fair adorn'd with all the Flowr's of May whose various Sweets Persume the Air adorn'd with all the Flowr's of May Whose various Sweets Per╌fume the Air. Autum See see my many couler'd Fields see see my many couler'd Fields and Loaded Trees my will o╌bey ╌bey All the Fruit that Autumn yeilds all the Fruit that Au╌tumn yields I of╌fer to the God of Da╌y all the Fruit that Autumn yields I of╌fer to the God of Day all the Fruit that Autum yeilds all the Fruit that Autum yeilds I Offer to the God of Day All the Fruit that Autum yeilds I Offer to the God of Day Winter Next Winter comes slawly pale meager and old thus trembling with Age and thus qui've╌ring with cold benum'd with hard Frosts and with Snow cov'rd o're benumb'd with hard Frosts and with Snow cov'rd o're prayes the Sun to restore him pray's the Sun to re╌store him and sin╌gs as be╌fore SOLO in the late Queen's Birth-day A╌ Pril who till now who till now now now now now now now has mourn'd has mourn'd claps claps claps for jo╌y his Sable Win╌gs to see to see to see to see within his Orb return the choicest Blessings he cou'd bring Maria's Birth╌day Maria's Birth╌day Maria's Birth╌day Ma╌ri╌ a's Birth╌day and the Spring To see to see to see to see with╌in his Orb re╌turn the Choisest Bles╌sings he cou'd bring Maria's Birth╌day Maria's Birth╌day Maria's Birth╌day Mari╌ a's Birth╌day and the Spring A single SONG THe Fa╌tal Hour the Fa╌tal Hour comes on comes on a╌pace which I had rather di╌e than see for when Fate ca╌lls you from this place you go to cer╌tain Mi╌sery you go to certain cer╌tain Mi╌sery The thought does stab me to
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A Song in the Rival-Sisters CE╌lia has a thousand thousand thou╌sand Charmes 't is Heav'n 't is Heav'n to lye with╌in her Armes while I stand gazing on her Face some new and some resistless grace fills with fresh Magick all the place while I stand gazing on her Face some new and some re╌sist╌less grace fills with fresh Magick a╌ll the place But while the Nymph I thus a╌dore but while the Nymph I thus I thus a╌dore I shou'd my wretched wretched wretched Fate deplore for oh Mir╌til╌lo oh Mir╌til╌lo have a care have a care her sweetness is a╌bove compare but then she 's false she 's false but then she 's false she 's false as well as Fair have a care have a care have a care Mir╌til╌lo have a care Mir╌til╌lo have a care have a care have a care have a care A Song in Tyrannick Love or the Royal Martyr AH how sweet ah how sweet how sweet it is to Love Ah! ah ah how gay is young de╌sire And what plea╌sing pain and what plea╌sing pain we prove when first when first we feel a Lovers fire pains of Love are sweet╌ter far then all all all all all all other pleasures are pains of Love are swee╌ter far then all all all all other plea╌sures are are A Song on Mrs. Bracegirdle's Singing I Burn c. In the Second part of Don-Quixote WHilst I with grief did on you look whilst I with grief did on you look when Love had tur╌n'd your Brain from you I I the con╌ta╌gion took from you I I the con╌ta╌gion took and for you for you bor╌e the pain for you for you bor╌e the pain Mar╌cel╌la then your Lo╌ver prize and be not be not be not too se╌vere use well use well the con╌quest of your Eyes for Pride Pride Pride has cost you dear Am╌bro╌sio treates your Flames with scorn and rack╌s your ten╌der mind withdraw your Smiles withdraw your Smile╌s and Frowns re╌turn and pay him pay him pay him in his kind and pay him pay him pay him in his kind IF Musick if Musick be the foo╌d of Love Sing on sing on sing on sing on sing si╌ng on till I am fill'd with jo╌y till I am fill'd with joy for then my listning Soul you mo╌ ╌ve for then my listning Soul you mo╌ve you move to plea╌sures that can never ne╌ver cloy your Eyes your Meen your Tongue de╌clare that you are Mu╌sick ev'╌ry where your Eyes your Meen your Tongue de╌clare that you are Mu╌sick ev'╌ry where Pleasures in╌vade both Eye and Ear pleasures invade both Eye and Ear so fier╌ce so fier╌ce the transports are they wou╌nd so fier╌ce the transports are they wound and all my Sen╌ses feasted are and all my Sen╌ses feast╌ed are tho' yet the Treat is on╌ly Sound tho' yet the Treat is on╌ly Sound Sound Sound Sound Sound Sound is on╌ly Sound sure I must perish I must I must pe╌rish by your Charms unless you sa╌ve me in your Armes A Song in Timon of Athens THe Ca╌res the Car╌es of Lo╌vers their A╌lar╌mes their Sighs their Tears have pow'r╌full Charms and if so sweet their Tor╌ment is ye Gods ye Gods how Ravish╌ing ye Gods how Ravish╌ing how Ravishing the bliss so soft so gen╌tle so soft so gen╌tle is their pain 't is ev'n a plea╌sure to com╌plain A Song in the Indian Emperor I Look'd I look'd and saw within the Book of Fate where ma╌ny Days did Low'r when lo when lo one happy happy Hour leapt up leapt up and smil'd leapt up and smi╌l'd to save thy sin╌king State A Day shall come when in thy pow'r thy cru╌el Foes shall be a Day shall come when in thy pow'r thy cru╌el Foes shall be then shall the Land be free and thou in Peace and thou in Pea╌ce shalt Reign but take Oh! oh take that op╌portu╌ni╌ty which once re╌fus'd will never never never come a╌gain will never never never never never never never come a╌gain A Song on a Ground the Words by Sir George Ethridge CEase anxious World your fruit╌less Pain cease cease cease anxious World your fruit╌less Pain to gra╌sp for╌bidden Store your study'd Labours shall prove vain your Alchy╌my un╌blest whilst Seeds of far more pre╌cious Ore are ripen'd are ri╌pen'd in my Breast My Breast the Forge of happi╌er Love where my Lu╌cin╌da my Lu╌cin╌da lies and the rich Stock does so improve as she her Art em╌ploys that ev'╌ry Smile and Touch she gives turns all to Golden Joys Since then we can such Treasures raise let 's no Expence re╌suse in Love let 's lay out all our Days how can we e're be Poore How can we e're be Poore How can we e're be Poor when ev'╌ry Blessing that we use be╌gets a thousand more When e'╌ry Blessing that we use be╌gets a thousand more When ev'╌ry Blessing that we use be╌gets a thousand more A Seranading SONG SYmphony for two Flutes SO╌ft Notes and gent╌ly rais'd lest some har╌sh sound the fair Co╌rinna's Rest do rude╌ly wound dif╌suse a peace╌full calmness through each Part touch all the Springs of a so╌ft Virgin 's Heart Tune ev'ry Pulse and kin╌dle all her Blood and swell the tor╌ment of the li╌ving Flood gli╌de thro' her Dreams and o're her Fan╌cy move and stir up stir up all the I╌mages of Love Play the Trible of the Symphony then go on Thus fe╌ble Man does his advantage take to gain in Sleep what he must lose a╌wake when Night and Shades shut up Co╌rin╌na's Charms then then is the prop'rst time to take up Arms But Night and Shades her Beau╌ties can't con╌ceal Night has pe╌cu╌liar Gra╌ces to re╌veal CHORUS Flute Ten thousand thousand Rap╌tures de attend ten thousand thousand ten thousand thousand Raptures Ten thousand thousand Raptures do at╌tend ten thousand thousand Raptures de at╌tend do do attend this time too strong for Fancy too strong for Fancy and too full and too at╌tend this time too strong for Fancy too strong for Fancy and too full and full too full for Rhime too strong for Fan╌cy and too full for Rhime too full too full for Rhime too strong for Fan╌cy and too full for Rhime SYmphony fo two FLUTES How plea╌sant is this flow╌ry Plain and Grove What perfect Scenes of In╌no╌cence and Love As if the Gods when all things here below were curs'd reserv'd this
too willing can that Look that Face deceive Can he take de╌light in killing ah I dye Look that Face de╌ceive Can he take de╌light in killing ah I ah I dye I dye if you de╌ceive me yet I will I will yet I will dye ah I dye if you de╌ceive me yet I will I I will be╌lieve ye ah I dye ah I dye if you de╌ceive me will I will be╌lieve ye ah I dye I dye if you de╌ceive me yet I will I will yet yet I will I will yet yet I will I will be╌lieve ye yet I will I will yet yet I will I will yet I will I will be╌lieve ye The Thraldom the Words by Mr. Cowley I Came I saw and was undone Lightning did thro' my Bones and Mar╌row run a pointed Pain pierc'd deep my Heart a swift col╌d trem╌bling seiz'd on ev'ry part my Head turn╌'d round nor cou'd it bear the Poison tha╌t was entred there So a de╌stroying Angel's breath blo╌ws in the Plague and with it hasty Death such was the pain did so be╌gin to the poor wretch when Legion enter'd in forgive me God I cry'd for I flatter'd my self I was to dye but quickly to my cost I found I found 't was cru╌el Love 't was cruel Love not Death had made the wound but quickly to my cost I found I found 't was cru╌el Love 't was cru╌el Love not Death had made the wound Death a more gen'rous rage does use Quarter to all he Conquer's doth re╌fuse whilst Love with Barbarous mercy saves the vanquish'd Lives to make them slaves whilst Love with Barbarous mercy saves the vanquish'd Li╌ves to make them slaves I am thy slave then let me know hard Master the great task I have to doe who Pride and Scorn do un╌der╌goe in Tem╌pests and rou╌gh Seas thy Galleys row they Pant and Groan and Sigh but find their Sig╌hs encrease the an╌gry Wind like an E╌gyptian Tyrant some thou wea'╌riest out in buil╌ding but a Tomb others with sad and ted╌'ous Art labour i' th Quarries of a Sto╌ny Heart Of all the works thou dost assign to all the sev'ral Slaves of thine employ me migh╌ty Love to dig the Mine of all the works thou dost as╌sign to all the Sev'ral Slaves of thine employ me Migh╌ty Love to dig the Mine A SONG in the Double-Dealer CInthia frowns when e're I Woe her yet she 's vex'd she 's vex'd if I give o╌ver much much she fears I shou'd I shou'd undoe her but much more but much more much mo╌re to lose her Lover thus thus in doubting she re╌fu╌ses and not Winning and not Winning thus thus thus she looses And not Winning and not Winning thus thus thus thus thus thus she looses Prethee Cinthia look be╌hind you prethee Cinthia look behind you Age and Wrinckles Age and Wrinckles will o'retake you then then too late too late too late then then too late De╌sire will find you when the po╌w'r does for╌sake you Think think oh think think think oh think oh sad con╌dition to be past yet wish yet wish fru╌ition to be past be past yet wish wish wish fru╌ition yet wish wish wish fru╌ition An Elegy on the Death of Mr. John Playford Words by Mr. Tate GEntle Shepherds you that know the Charms of Tune╌full Breath that Harmony in Grie╌f can show La╌ment La╌ment for Pi╌ous The╌ron's Death Theron the good the friend╌ly Theron's gone Theron Theron the good the friend╌ly The╌ ╌ron's gone ren╌ding Mountains weep╌ing Fountains groaning Dales Soft and ecchoing Vales Loud if you want Skill will teach you how to moan to moa╌n ren╌ding Mountains weep╌ing Fountains groaning Dales Soft and ecchoing Vales Loud if you want Skill will teach you how to moan to moa╌n will teach will teach you how to moan Slow Could Innocence or Pi╌e╌ty ex╌pi╌ring Life main╌tain or Art pre╌vail on De╌sti╌ny Theron still still had grac'd the Plain belov'd of Pan and dear to Phae╌bus Train Theron still had grac'd the Plain belov'd of Pan and dear to Phae╌bus Train Muses bring your Ro╌ses hither strew them gent╌ly on his Hearse Muses bring your Ro╌ses hither strew them gent╌ly on his Hearse and when those short╌liv'd Glo╌ries wither crown it with a lasting Verse crown it with a la╌sting Verse and when those short╌liv'd Glories wither crown it with a last╌ing Verse Roses soon will fade away Verse and Tomb must both de╌cay yet Theron's Name in spight of Fate 's Decree and end╌less Fame shall meet no Verse so du╌ra╌ble can be nor Ro╌ses half so sweet nor Ro╌ses half so sweet CHORUS Then wast no more no more then wast no more in Sighs your Breath nor think his Then wast no more no more then wast no more in Sighs your Breath nor think his Fate was hard there 's no such thing as Suddain Death to those that al╌ways Fate was hard there 's no such thing as Suddain Death to those that al╌ways are pre╌par'd Prepar'd like him by Har╌mo╌ny and Love are pre╌par'd Prepar'd like him by Har╌mo╌ny and Love to joyn at first ap╌proach to joyn at first approach the Sa╌cred Quire a╌bove to to joyn at first approach at first approach the Sa╌cred Quire a╌bove joyn at first approach to joyn at first ap╌proach at first approach the Sa╌cred Quire a╌bove to joyn at first approach to joyn at first approach the Sa╌cred Quire a╌bove A SONG in the 3d. Act of the Prophetess WHen first I saw the Bri╌ght Aure lia's Eyes when first I saw the Bri╌ght Aure╌lia's Eyes a sudden trem╌bling did my Limbs sur╌prize in ev'ry Vain in ev'ry Vain I felt a tin╌gling ting╌ling smart and a co╌ld faintness and a co╌ld faintness all a╌rou╌nd my Heart all a╌rou╌nd my Heart But oh oh oh oh the piercing piercing pier╌cing joy but oh oh oh oh the plea╌sing plea╌sing pain and oh and oh oh oh and oh ╌may both ten thou╌sand Years ten thou╌sand Yea╌rs re╌main ten thou╌sand Years re╌main ten thou╌sand Years re╌main A SONG in the Tempest Sung by Mis Cross DEar Dear Pritty Pritty Prit╌ty Youth Dear Pritty Pritty Prit╌ty Youth unvail unvail your Eye unvail unvail your Eye how can you can you Sleep how can you can you Sleep how can you can you Sleep when I when I am by when I when I am by Were I with you all Night to be methinks I cou'd methinks I cou'd I cou'd from Sleep be free me╌thinks I cou'd methinks I cou'd from Sleep I cou'd from Sleep be free a╌lass a╌lass my Dear you 'r Cold Cold as Stone you must no longer no no longer no no longer no no longer longer lye a╌lone but be with me my Dear my Dear Dear Dear but be with me my Dear and I in each Arm and I in each Arm will Hugg you Hugg you close will Hugg you Hugg you close Hugg you close and keep you Warm will Hugg you Hugg you close will Hugg you Hugg you close Hugg you close and keep you warm The Rich RIVAL Words out of Cowley THey say you 're angry and
rant migh╌ti╌ly because I Love the same as you a╌las you 're ve╌ry Rich 't is true but prethee Fool what 's that to Love and me Your Land and Money let that serve and know you 're more by that than you de╌serve When next I see my Fair one she shall know how worth╌less thou art of her Bed and Wretch I 'll strike thee dumb and dead with no╌ble Verse not un╌der╌stood by you while thy sole Rhet'rick shall be Joynture and Jewels and our Friends a╌gree Pox of your Friends that dote and do╌mi╌neer Lovers are bet╌ter Friends than they let 's those in o╌ther things o╌bey the Fates and Stars and Gods must go╌vern here Vain name of Blood in Love let none ad╌vise with a╌ny Blood but with their own 'T is that which bids me this bright Maid a╌dore no o╌ther Thought has had ac╌cess did she now beg I 'd Love no less and were she an Empress I shou'd Love no more Were she as just and true to me ah sim╌ple Soul what wou'd become of thee A SONG in King Arthur FAirest Isle of Isles Ex╌cel╌ling Seat of Plea╌sures and of Loves Ve╌nus here will chuse her Dwelling and for╌sake her Cy╌prian Groves Cu╌pid from his Fav'rite Nation Care and En╌vy will Remove Jea╌lou╌sie that poy╌sons Passion and De╌spair that dies for Love II. Gentle Murmurs sweet Complaining Sighs that blow the Fire of Love Soft Repulses kind Disdaining Shall be all the Pains you prove Every Swain shall pay his Duty Gratefull every Nymph shall prove And as these Excell in Beauty Those shall be Renown'd for Love A SONG in Bonduca Sung by Miss Cross OH Oh! lead me lead me to some peace╌full Gloom where none but sigh╌ing none but sigh╌ing sigh╌ing Lo╌vers come where the shrill the shrill Trumpets never sou╌nd never never sound but one E╌ter╌nal Hush one e╌ter╌nal Hush goes round There let me sooth my plea╌sing pain there let me sooth my plea╌sing pain and never never think of War never never think of War never never think of War never never never never never never think of War a╌gain what glo╌ry what glo╌ry what glo╌ry can can a Lover have to Conquer to Con╌quer yet be still a slave what glo╌ry what glo╌ry can a Lo╌ver have to Conquer to Conquer to Conquer yet be still still a Slave yet yet be still yet yet be still yet yet be still still a Slave Sweeter than Roses a single SONG SWee╌ter then Ro╌ses or cool coo╌l Ev'ning Breeze Swee╌ter then Ro╌ses or cool cool Ev'╌ning Breeze on a war╌m Flow╌ry shore was the Dear the dear the dear dear de╌ar Kiss First tre╌m╌bling first tre╌mbling made me made me free╌ze made me freeze then shot like Fire all all all all o're then shot like Fire all all all all then shot like Fire all all o're What Magick has Vic╌to╌rious Love what Magick has Vic╌to╌rious Love for all all all I touch all all all all I touch or see since that dear dear Kiss I hourly hour╌ly prove all all all all is Love all all all all all all is Love all all all all all is Lo╌ve all all all all all is Lo╌ve is Love to me SONG Sung by Jemmy Bowen at the opening the Old Play-house LU╌cin╌da is Be╌witch╌ing Fair Lu╌cin╌da is Be╌witch╌ing Fair all o're a╌ll o're in╌ga╌ing is her Air all o're all o're all o're in╌ga╌ging is her Air all o're all o're in╌ga╌ging is her Air In ev╌'ry Song Lu╌cin╌da Lu╌ cinda Lu╌cin╌da 's Fam'd She is the Quee╌n of Love proclaim'd to all to all She does She does a Flame im╌part ex╌pi╌ring Victims ex╌pi╌ring ex╌pi╌ring Vic╌tims feel her Dart Lu╌ c First Strain again Strephon for her has Love ex╌prest Phi╌lan╌der sighs sighs sighs too with the rest Wrack'd Wrack'd with Despair each one complains un╌mo╌v'd un╌touch't She all She all She all dis╌dains Lu╌ c End with the the first Strain from this mark S This was the last Song that Mr. Purcell Sett it being in his Sickness FRom Rosie Bow'rs where Sleep's the God of Love hither hither ye little waiting Cupids fly fl╌y fl╌y hither ye lit╌tle waiting Cu╌pids fly teach me teach me in soft Me╌lodious Songs to move with ten╌der ten╌der Passion my Heart 's my Heart 's dar╌ling Joy Ah! let the Soul of Musick Tune my Voice to Win dear Strephon ah ah let the Soul of Musick Tune my Voice to Win dear Strephon dear dear dear Strephon who my Soul en╌joys Or if more in╌flu╌encing is to be brisk and Ai╌ry with a Step and a Bound and a Frisk from the Ground I will Trip like a╌ny Fairy As once on I╌da Dancing were three Ce╌lestial Bodies with an Air and a Face and a Shape and a Grace let me Charm like Beauty's Goddess with an Air and a Face and a Shape and a Grace let me Charm like Beauty's Goddess Slow Ah! ah 't is in vain 't is all 't is all all in Vain Death and De╌spair must end the Fa╌tal pain cold Despair cold cold De╌spair disguis'd like Snow and Rain falls falls falls on my Breast Bleak Winds in Tempests Blo╌w in Tempests Blo╌w my Veins all Shiver and my Fingers Glow my Pulse beats a Dead Dead March my Pulse bea╌ts a Dead Dead March for lost re╌pose and to a so╌lid lump of Ice my poor poor fond Heart is froze Or say ye Pow'rs say say ye Pow'rs my Peace to Crown shall I shall I shall I Thaw my self or drown shall I shall I shall I Thaw my self or drown a╌mongst the foaming Billows in╌creasing all with Tears I shed on Beds of Ooze and Chrystal Pillows lay down down down lay down down down my Love╌sick Head say say ye Pow'rs say say ye Pow'rs my Peace to Crown shall I shall I shall I Thaw my self or drown shall I shall I shall I Thaw my self or drown Quick No no no no no I 'le straight run Mad Mad Mad Mad Mad that soon that soon my Heart will warm when once the Sense is fled is fled Love Love has no pow'r no no no no no pow'r to Charm Love has no pow'r no no no no Love has no pow'r no no no no no no no no no pow'r to Charm Wild thro'the Woods I 'le fl╌y Wil╌d thro'the Woods I 'le fl╌y Robes Locks shall thus thus thus thus be tore a Thousand thousand deaths I 'le dye a thousand thousand deaths I 'le dye e're thus thus in vain e're thus thus in vain thus in vain a╌dore A Song on a Ground the Words by Madam Phillips H So╌li╌tude my swee╌test Choice Oh So╌li╌tude Oh So╌li╌tude my swee╌test sweetest Choice Places de╌vo╌ted to the Night re╌mote from Tumult and from Noise how ye my Rest╌less Thoughts de╌light Oh So╌li╌tude Oh So╌li╌ tude my swee╌test sweetest Choice Oh Heavens what Con╌tent is mine to see those Trees which have appear'd from the Na╌ti╌vi╌ty of Time and which all A╌ges have re╌ver'd to look to day as fresh and green to look to day as fresh and
green as when their Beauty's first were seen Oh! Oh how a╌gree╌a╌ble a Sight these hanging Mountaines do ap╌pear which th'un ╌hap╌py wou'd in╌vite to fi╌nish all their Sorrows here when their hard their hard Fate makes them endure such Woes such Woes as on╌ly Death can Cure Oh! Oh how I So╌li╌tude a╌dore Oh! Oh how I So╌li╌tude a╌dore that E╌lement of no╌blest Wit where I have learn'd where I have learn'd A╌pollo's Love without the pains the pai╌ns to study it For thy sake I in Love am grown with what thy fancy thy fancy does pursue but when I think upon my own I hate it I hate it for that reason too because it needs must hinder me from seeing from seeing and from serving thee Oh So╌li╌tude Oh how I So╌li╌tude A╌dore Sighs for our late Sovereign King Charles the Second IF Pray'rs and Tears the Shields the Church of England on╌ly bears in some great Ex╌igence of State cou'd those cou'd those have warded off the blows of Fate we had not fall'n we had not sunk so low under the gre╌vous heavy weight the pressures of this day 's sa╌d o╌verthrow Oh! Oh! how the first amazing Blow bow'd down bow'd down each Loyal Head and as we trem╌bling stood fixt like a standing Water all our Blood in ev'ry Face you might such for╌rows Read that what the Prophet Wish'd but cou'd not show was in our mourn╌full Land made good all Eyes as Rivers swell╌'d did strangely o╌verflow our weepings seem'd increas'd in╌to a╌no╌ther Flood Thus thus Uni╌ver╌sal was our Grief and in those Agonies of our Souls we lay till the kin╌d Heav'ns roll╌'d the Cloud a╌way and gave us some faint some faint glim'rings of re╌lief The Waters then a╌bated for a while and welcome wel╌come joy╌s hung hov╌'ring o're our drooping Isle Oh! then Oh! then what Pi╌ous Groans what Pi╌ous Sighs the Church sent up be╌yond the yielding Skies Lord save our King ev'ry good Subject cries whilst ev'ry bro╌ken Hearts Al╌tar and Sacrifice Lord save the King was never said with greater fer╌vency than now not in the Chapel only but the Streets no sort of People cou'd you meet but did De╌vout╌ly bow and as Devoutly Pray'd and yet no Pharisaick Hypocrites in corners with well guided Zeal their Orisons were made Al╌bion is now become a Holy Land and wages Ho╌ly Warr to stay the threat'╌ning Hand Oh! Oh! that we might pre╌vail such well ap╌pointed Numbers never us'd to fail Oh! Oh! that we might prevail Numbers of Old by a Wise Prelate led with Arms stretch't tow'rds Heav'n took the Field no other Weapons did those Champions weild but leavy Boughs and Pray'rs no doubt we Read to those a mighty a mighty Conquerour did yeild a╌lasswe'd Conquer'd too but for our former Crimes Treasons Rebellions Perjury's wich all with all the in╌i╌quities of the Times whole Legions doe against us rise these these are the powers that strike the Kingdom dead and now the Crown is fall'n now the Crown is fall'n from our Jo╌si╌ah's Head A SONG in Henry the Second Sung by Mrs. Dyer IN vain in vain in vain in vai╌n ' gainst Love in vai╌n I strove Reason nor Honour Reason nor Honour could its for╌ce re╌move Tho' Honour fresh objections brought and each had won╌d'rous Sense I thought each had won╌d'rous Sense I thought Yet Love Love Love more stro╌ng yet Love Love Love more stro╌ng tho' not so wise be╌lyes my Tongue in my fond my fond my fo╌nd Eyes One an╌swers faint╌ly no no no but yes oh yes oh yes yes yes oh yes oh yes yes yes oh yes the last much lou╌der cry's A Two Part SONG WHen Myra Sing╌s when Myra Sing╌s When My╌ra Sing╌s when Myra Sing╌s we seek thi'n╌chant╌ing we seek th'in╌chant╌ing Sound Sound th'in╌chant╌ing Sound and th'in╌chant╌ing Sound bless the Notes and bless the Notes which doe so sweet╌ly so sweet╌ly so and bless the Notes and bless the Notes that doe so sweetly so sweetly so sweet╌ly wound what Mu╌sick what Mu╌sick needs must sweet╌ly wound what Mu╌sick needs must dwell up╌on that Tongue whose speech is Tunefull whose speech is Tunefull is dwell up╌on that Tongue whose speech is Tunefull whose speech is Tune╌full as a╌no╌ther Song Tune╌full as a╌no╌ther Song Such Harmo╌ny such Wit such Harmo╌ny such Wit such Such Harmony such Wit such Harmony such Wit a Face so Fair so many so many pointed Arrows who who can Wit a Face so Fair so many so many point╌ed Arrows who who can bear the slave that from her Wit or Beau╌ty flyes bear the slave that from her Wit or Beau╌ty flyes if she but if she but reach him but reach him with her Voice reach him but reach him with her Voice if she but reach him if she but reach him with her Voice he dies he dies he with her Voice he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies he dies Come let us leave the Town a two Part SONG COme come come come let us leave let us let us leave the Town Come come Come come come come let us leave let us leave the Town come come come come come come let us leave let us let us let us leave Come come come come come come come come let us leave let us let us leave the Town And in some lonely place where Crowds and Noise where Crowds and the Town And in some lonely place where Crowds where Crowds and Noise were never never never ne╌ver known re╌so╌lve Noise were never never never ne╌ver known re╌so╌lve to spend our days In Pleasant Pleasant Sha╌des in to spend our days In Pleasant Pleasant Pleasant in Pleasant Pleasant Pleasant Pleasant shades upon the Grass at Night our selves we 'll lay our days in harmless Pleasant shades up╌on the Grass at Night our selves we 'll lay our sports shall pass our days in harmless Sports in harmless Sports shall pass thus days in harmless Sports shall pass our days in harmless Sports shall pass thus Time shall sli╌de a╌way Time shall sli╌de a╌way A Two Part SONG LOst is my Quiet for e╌ver lost is my Qui╌et for e╌ver lost Lost is my Quiet for e╌ver e╌ver lost is my Quiet for e╌ver for e╌ver lost lost is my Qui╌et for e╌ver e╌ver for e╌ver for e╌ver lost is my Quiet for e╌ver for e╌ver e╌ver lost is Life's hap╌pi╌est part lost all all all my ten╌der En╌deavours lost is Life's hap╌pi╌est part lost all all my ten╌der En╌deavours to tou╌ch an in╌sen╌si╌ble to tou╌ch an in╌sen╌si╌ble Heart But tho' my De╌spair is past curing but tho' my De╌spair Heart But tho' my De╌spair is past curing but my De╌spair is past curing and much unde╌serv'd is my Fate I 'le show by a tho'my De╌spair is past curing and much undeserv'd is my Fate patient en╌du╌ring my Love I 'le show by a patient en╌du╌ring I 'le show by a patient en╌during my Love is unmov'd I 'le show by a patient
Wheel for if Gypsies don't lye I shall I shall be a Governour too e're I dye She. Ah! Collin ah Collin by all by all thy late doings I find with sorrow and trouble with sorrow and trouble the Priâ•Œde of thy mind our Sheep now at random disâ•Œorderâ•Œly run and now and now Sundays Jacket goes eâ•Œvery day on Ah! what dost thou what dost thou what dost thou mean ah what dost thou what dost thou what dost thou mean He. To make my Shoos clean and foot it and foot it to 'th Court to the King and the Queen where shewing my parts I preâ•Œserment shall win She. Fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye fye 't is better 't is better for us to Plough and to Spin for as to the Court when thou happen'st to try thou 'lt find nothing got there unless thou can'st buy For Money the Devil the Devil and all 's to be found but no good Parts minded no no no no good Parts minded without the good Pound He. Why then I 'le take Arms why then I 'le take Arms I 'le take Arms and follow and follow Allarms hunt Honour that now aâ•Œdays plagueâ•Œly Charms She. And so lose a Limb by a Shot or a Blow and curse thy self afâ•Œter for leaving for leaving the Plough He. Supâ•Œpose I turn Gamester She. So Cheat and be Bang'd He. What think'st of the Road then She. The Highway to be Hang'd He. Nice Pimping howâ•Œeâ•Œver yields profit for Life I 'le help some fine Lord to aâ•Œnother's fine Wife She. That 's dangerous too aâ•Œmongst the Town Crew for some of 'em will do the same thing by you and then I to Cuckold ye may be draw'n in faith Collin 't is better I sit here and Spin faith Collin 't is better I sit here and Spin. He. Will nothing prefer me what think'st of the Law She. Oh! while you live Collin keep out of that Paw He. I 'le Cant and I 'le Pray She. Ah! there 's naught got ah there 's naught got that way there 's no one minds now what those Black Cattle say let all our whole care be our Farming afâ•Œfair He. To make our Corn grow and our Apâ•Œple Trees bear 2 Voc. Ambition's Ambition's a Trade a Trade no Contentment can show so I 'le to my Distaff Ambition's Amâ•Œbition's a Trade no Contentment can show and Ambition's Ambition's a Trade a Trade a Trade no Contentment can show no no no I to my Plough Ambition's Amâ•Œbition's a Trade no Contentment can show no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no contentment can show no no no contentment can show no no no no no contentment can show no no no no no no contentment can show CHORUS Let all our whole care be our Farming affair to make our Corn grow and our Apâ•Œple Trees beare Let all our whole care be our Farming affair to make our Corn grow and our Apâ•Œple Trees bear Amâ•Œbition's Amâ•Œbition's a Trade a Trade no Contentâ•Œment can show so I 'le to my Distaff Ambâ•Œition's Amâ•Œbition's a Trade no Conâ•Œtentment can show and Amâ•Œbition's Amâ•Œbition's a Trade a Trade no Conâ•Œtentâ•Œment can show no no no I to my Plough Amâ•Œbition's Amâ•Œbition's a Trade no Conâ•Œtentment can show no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no contentment can show no no no contentment can show no no no no no contentment can show no no no no no no contentment can show Bacchus is a Pow'r divine a single SONG BAcchus is a Pow'r diâ•Œvine for He no sooner fills my Head with mighâ•Œty Wine but all my Caresresign and droop and droop then sink sink down dead Then then the pleaâ•Œsing thoughts beâ•Œgin and I in Riâ•Œches flow at least I fancy so And without thought of want I Sinâ•Œg I Sinâ•Œg stretch'd on the Earth my Head all aâ•Œround with Flowers Weavâ•Œv'd inâ•Œto a Garland Crown'd Then then I beâ•Œgin to live and scorn what all the world can show or give Let the braâ•Œve Fools that fondly think of Honour and delight to make a Noise a noise and Fiâ•Œght go seek out War whilst I seek Peace seek Peace whilst I seek Peace seek Peace and drink whilst I seek Peace whilst I seek Peace seek Peace and drink Then fill my Glass fill fill it high some perhaps think it fit to faâ•Œll and dye but when the Bottles rang'd make War with me the Fighting Fool shall see when I am sunk the diff'rence to lye dead and lye deaâ•Œd Drunk the Fighting Fool shall see when I am sunk the diff'rence to lye dead and lâ•Œye dead drunk 'T is Nature's Voice a single SONG 'T Is Nature's Voice 't is Nature's Voice thro' all the moveâ•Œing Wood of Creatures unâ•Œderâ•Œstood the Uâ•Œniâ•Œverâ•Œsal Tongue the Uâ•Œniâ•Œverâ•Œsal Tongue to none of all her nume'rous Raâ•Œce unknown from her from her it learnt the mighâ•Œty the mighâ•Œty the mighâ•Œty Art to Couâ•Œrt the Ear or strike or striâ•Œke the Heart at once the Passions to express and moâ•Œve at once the Passions to exâ•Œpress to exâ•Œpress and moâ•Œve we hear and strait we grieâ•Œve or hate and strait we grieâ•Œve or hate reâ•Œjoyâ•Œce orâ•Œorâ•ŒLove in unâ•Œseen Chains it does the Fanâ•Œcy binâ•Œd it does it does the Faâ•Œcy bind at once it Charâ•Œms the Sense and Capâ•Œtiâ•Œvates the Mind at once it Charâ•Œms the Sense and Capâ•Œtiâ•Œvates the Mind Ah me too many Deaths a single SONG by Mr. J. Crown AHâ•Œme Ahâ•Œme to many many deaths to many deaths decreed to many maâ•Œny deaths deâ•Œcreed My Love to War to Waâ•Œr goes ev'ry day my Love to Waâ•Œr goes ev'â•Œry day In ev'ry Wound of his I bleed I dyâ•Œe the hour he goes aâ•Œway yet yet I wou'd yet I wou'd hate him shou'd he stay Yet yet I wou'd yet I wou'd yet I wou'd yet I wou'd hate him shou'd he stay yet yet I wou'd yet I wou'd yet I wou'd yet I wou'd hate him shou'd he stay II. Ah me to many Death 's decreed By Love or War I hourly dye When I see not my Love I bleed Yet when I have him in my Eye He kills me with excess of Joy Fly swift ye Hours a single SONG FLy swift ye Hours flâ•Œy swift ye Hours make hast make hast flâ•Œy make hast make hast flâ•Œy flâ•Œy swiâ•Œft thou laâ•Œzy laâ•Œzy laâ•ŒzY Sun make hast make hast make hast and drive the teâ•Œdious Minutes on the teâ•Œdious Minutes on on Bring back my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra to my sight bring back my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra to my sight my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra than thy self more bright make hast make hast make hast bring back my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra my Belâ•Œviâ•Œdeâ•Œra toâ•Œmy sight Swifter than Time my eaâ•Œger Wiâ•Œshes moâ•Œve swifter than Time my eaâ•Œger Wiâ•Œsher moâ•Œve my eaâ•Œger Wishes move and scorn the beaâ•Œten Paths
and scorn the beaâ•Œten Paths of Vulâ•Œgar Love and scorn the beâ—â—â—â— Paths and scorn the beaten Paâ•Œths of Vulâ•Œgar Love and scorn the beaten paâ•Œths of Vulâ•Œgar Loâ•Œve Soft Peace is banish'd from my torâ•Œtur'd Breast soft Peace soft Peace is banish'd from my torâ•Œtur'd Breast Love robs my Days of Ease Love robs my Days of Ease my Nights of Rest Love robs my Days of Ease Love robs my Days of Ease my Nights my Nighâ•Œts of rest Yet tho'her cruâ•Œel Scorn proâ•Œvokes Deâ•Œspair yet tho' her cruâ•Œel Scorn her cruâ•Œel Scorn proâ•Œvokes Deâ•Œspair my Passion still is strong my Passion still is stroâ•Œng my Passion still is stroâ•Œng as she is fair Still must I Love still bless the pleaâ•Œsing Pain still ourt my Ruine still still court my Ruâ•Œine and emâ•Œbrace my Chain still court my Ruine still still court my Ruâ•Œine and emâ•Œbrace my Chain The STORM a single SONG BLow blow Boreas blow and let thy surâ•Œly Winds make the Bilâ•Œlows foam and roar thou can'st no Terror breed in valiant Minds but spight of thee we 'l live but spight of thee we 'l live and find a Shoar Then cheer my Hearts and be not aw'd but keeâ•Œp the Gun Room clear tho' Hell 's broke loose and the Devils roar abroad whilst we have Seaâ•Œroom here Boys never fear never never fear Hey how she tosses up how far the mounting Topâ•Œmast touch'd a Starr the Meteors blaz'd as thro' the Clouds we came and Saâ•Œlaâ•Œmander like we liâ•Œve in Flame but now now we sink now now we go down to the deepâ•Œest Shades beâ•Œlow Aâ•Œlas aâ•Œlas where are we now who who can tell sure 't is the lowâ•Œest Room of Hell or where the Seaâ•ŒGods dwell With them we 'll live with them we 'll live and raign with them we 'll lauâ•Œgh and sing and drink amain with them we 'll lauâ•Œgh and sing and drink amain but see we mount see see we rise aâ•Œgain CHORUS Tho' Flaâ•Œshes of Lightning and Temâ•Œpests of Rain do fierceâ•Œly conâ•Œtend Tho' Flaâ•Œshes of Lightning and Temâ•Œpests of Rain do fierceâ•Œly conâ•Œtend which shall conquer the Maine tho' the Captain does swear inâ•Œstead of a Pray'r and the which shall conquer the Maine tho' the Captaine does swear inâ•Œstead of a Pray'r and the Seas is all Fire by the Daemons o' th' Air we 'll drink and deâ•Œfie we 'll drink and deâ•Œfie Seas is all Fire by the Daemons o' th' Air we 'll drink and deâ•Œfie we 'll the mad Spiâ•Œrits that fly from the Deep to the Sky that fly flâ•Œy from the drink and deâ•Œfie the mad Spiâ•Œrits that fly from the Deep to the Sky that flâ•Œy from the Deep to the Sky and siâ•Œng whilst loud Thunder and siâ•Œng whilst loud Thunder does Deep to the Sky and siâ•Œng whilst loud Thunâ•Œder loud Thunder does bellow for Fate will still have a kind Fate for the Brave and ne're make his Grave of a bellow for Fate will still have a kind Fate for the Brave and ne're make his Grave of a Saltâ•Œwater Wave to drown to drown no never to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver Saltâ•Œwater Wave to drown to drown no never to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver no neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown â•Œ neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow no neâ•Œver no neâ•Œver to drown No neâ•Œver no neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow No neâ•Œver neâ•Œver to drown a good Fellow Strike the Viol touch the Lute a single SONG STrike the Viâ•Œol strike the Viâ•Œol touch touch touch touch touch touch the Lute wake the Harp wake the Harp wake the Harp Inâ•Œspiâ•Œre the Flute wake the Harp Inâ•Œspiâ•Œre the Flute Sing your Paâ•Œtroâ•Œnesâ•Œse's Praise sing your Paâ•Œtroâ•Œnesâ•Œse's Praise sing sing sing sing in cheerâ•Œfull and harâ•Œmoâ•Œnious Lays A SONG in the Prophetess or the History of Dioclesian SInce from my Dear my Dear my Dear since from my Dear my Dear my Dear my Dear my Dear Aâ•Œstreâ•Œa's sight I was so rudeâ•Œly torn my Soul has never never never has never never never known deâ•Œlight unâ•Œless it were to mourn to mourn unâ•Œless unâ•Œless it were to mourn mourn But oh aâ•Œlas aâ•Œlas with weepâ•Œing Eyes and bleeding bleedâ•Œing Heart I lye thinking on her on her whose absence 't is that makes me wish to dye dye dye dye makes me makes me wish to dye dye dye A SONG in the Married Beau. SEE see see see where reâ•Œpenâ•Œting where reâ•Œpenâ•Œting Ceâ•Œlia lies with blushâ•Œing Cheeks with blushâ•Œing Cheeks and melâ•Œting Eyes beâ•Œmoaning beâ•Œmoaning in a mournâ•Œfull mournâ•Œfull Shade the ruins the ruins in her Heart and Fame which sinâ•Œfull sinâ•Œfull Love has made Oh! Oh! Oh! let thy Tears fair Ceâ•Œlia floâ•Œw let thy Tears faiâ•Œr Ceâ•Œlia flow for that Ceâ•Œlesâ•Œtial wondâ•Œ'rous wondâ•Œ'rous wondâ•Œ'rous dew more graâ•Œces on thee will beâ•Œflow than all all than all all than all all than all all thy Dresses and thy Arâ•Œts cou'd doe Ah! ah ah Belinda a single SONG AH ah ah ah Beâ•Œlinâ•Œda I am prest with torâ•Œment Ah! ah ah Beâ•Œlinâ•Œda I am prest with torâ•Œment not to be exâ•Œpress'd Ah! ah ah Beâ•Œlinâ•Œda I am preâ•Œst with torâ•Œment Ah! ah ah Beâ•Œlinâ•Œda I am pres'd with torâ•Œments not to be exâ•Œpress'd Peace and I are strangers grown Peace and I are strangers strangers grown I Lanâ•Œguish till my grief be known I Lanâ•Œguish till my grief be known yet wou'd not yet wou'd not wou'd not have it gueâ•Œst Peace and I are stranâ•Œgers grown Peace and I are stranâ•Œgers stranâ•Œgers grown O O let me Weep a Two Part SONG VIOLIN O o let me O O let me let me weep O O let me O O let me let me weep O O O let me for ever ever weep for eâ•Œver for eâ•Œver for eâ•Œver for eâ•Œver weep My Eyes no more no more no moâ•Œre no more no more shall welâ•Œcome sleep I 'le hide me I 'le hide me from the sight of Day and sigh sigh sigh my Soul aâ•Œway O O let me O O let me let me weep O O let me O O let me let me weep O O O let me for ever ever weep for eâ•Œver for eâ•Œver for eâ•Œver for eâ•Œver weep He 's gone he 's gone he 's gone his loss deâ•Œplore he 's gone he 's gone he 's gone his loss deplore and I shall never never never never never see him more I shall never never never see him more shall never never never see him more I shall never shall never shall never shall never see him more A Two Part SONG the Words by Mr. Henly Dâ•ŒVlâ•Œciâ•Œbelâ•Œla Dulciâ•Œbelâ•Œla when e're I sue for a Kiss Dulciâ•Œbelâ•Œla Dulciâ•Œ Dulâ•Œciâ•Œbelâ•Œla Dulciâ•Œbelâ•Œla â•Œ bella when e're I sue for a Kiss reâ•Œfusing the Bliss cry's no no no Dulâ•Œciâ•Œbella when e're I sue for a Kiss reâ•Œfuâ•Œsing the Bliss cry's no cry's no no no no leave me leave me leave me Aâ•Œlexâ•Œis ah what wou'd you do no no no no cry's no no no no leave me leave me Aâ•Œlexâ•Œis ah what wou'd you do ah what wou'd you ah what wou'd you what wou'd you do what wou'd you ah what wou'd
all all all the World outvies all all all all the World outvies and Pan as in Ar╌ca╌dia reigns and Pan as in Ar╌ca╌dia reigns where pleasure World outvies and Pan as in Ar╌ca╌dia reigns and Pan as in Ar╌ca╌dia reigns where pleasure World outvies and Pan as in Ar╌ca╌dia reigns and Pan as in Ar╌ca╌dia reigns where pleasure mixt with pro╌fit lyes Tho' Iason's Fleece was fa╌m'd was fam'd of mixt with pro╌fit lyes Tho' Iason's Fleece was fam'd was fam'd of mixt with pro╌fit lyes Tho' Iason's Fleece was fa╌m'd was fam'd of old the British Wool the British Wool is growing growing Gold no Mines can more no no no old the British Wool the British Wool is growing growing Gold no no no no old the British Wool the British Wool is growing growing Gold no no no no no no no no no no no no no Mines can more of Wealth sup╌ply it keeps it no no no Mines can more no no no no Mines can more of Wealth sup╌ply it keeps it no no no no no no no Mines can more can more of Wealth sup╌ply it keeps it keeps the Peasant from the cold and takes and takes for Kings the Tyrian die keeps the Peasant from the cold and takes and takes for Kings the Tyrian die keeps the Peasant from the cold and takes and takes for Kings the Tyrian die A Dialogue in Oroonoko Sung by the Boy and Girl He. CE╌le╌me╌ne pray tell me pray pray tell me Ce╌le╌me╌ne when those pritty prit╌ty pritty Eyes I see when my Heart beats beats beats beats in my Breast why why it will not it will not why why it will not let me rest Why this trem╌bling why this trem╌bling too all o're Pains I never Pains I never never never felt be╌fore And when thus I touch when thus I touch your Hand why I wish I wish I wish I was a Man She. How shou'd I know more than you Yet wou'd be a Woman too When you wash your self and play I methinks cou'd look all day Nay just now nay just now am pleas'd am pleas'd so well shou'd you shou'd you Kiss me I won't tell shou'd you shou'd you Kiss me I won't tell no no I won't tell no no I won't tell no no I won't tell shou'd you Kiss me I won't tell He. Tho' I cou'd do that all day and de╌sire no bet╌ter play Sure sure in Love there 's something more which makes Mam╌ma so bigg so bigg be╌fore She. Once by chance I hear'd it nam'd don 't ask what don't ask what for I 'm a╌sham'd Stay but till you'r past Fi╌teen then ' you 'll know then then you 'll know what 't is I mean then you 'll know then then you 'll know what 't is I mean He. How╌e╌ver lose not pre╌sent Bliss but now we 're a╌lone let 's Kiss but now we 're a╌lone let 's Kiss let 's Kiss She. My Breasts do so heave so heave so hea╌ve He. My Heart does so pant pant pant She. There 's something something something more we want there 's something He. There 's something something something more we want there 's something something something more we want something something more we want Love thou can'st hear a single SONG Words by Sir Robert Howard L╌Ove thou can'st hea╌r Love thou can'st hea╌r tho' thou art blind leave my Heart free leave my Heart free oh pit╌ty me oh pit╌ty me since Clo╌ris is un╌kind leave my Heart free oh pit╌ty me oh pit╌ty me oh ╌pit╌ty me since Clo╌ris is un╌kind oh ╌pit╌ty me since Clo╌ris is un╌kind She is un╌con╌stant she is un╌con╌stant she is uncon╌stant as she 's bright she is un╌con╌stant she is un╌con╌stant she is un╌con╌stant as she 's bright her smi╌les on ev╌'ry Shep╌herd fall her Smi╌les on ev'ry Shepherd fall And as the Sun and as the Sun u╌ses his light she vainly she vain╌ly Loves to shine she vainly lo╌ves to shine on all and as the Sun and as the Sun u╌ses his light she vainly she vain╌ly loves to shine she vainly lo╌ves to shine on all I thought her fair like new faln Snow I thought her fair like new faln Snow when white╌ness in╌nocence in╌clos'd Like that she sul╌ly'd seems to shine like that she sul╌ly'd seems to show when to Loves melting melting heat ex╌pos'd like that she sul╌ly'd seems to show when to Loves melting melting heat ex╌pos'd when to Loves mel╌ting melting heat ex╌pos'd Love thou c. First Strain again Brisk Time The powerfull Char╌ms shall now be try'd the powerfull Char╌ms shall now be try'd this Fu╌ry this Fu╌ry from my Breast to chase I 'le summon's scorn revenge and pride I 'le summons summons scorn revenge and pride Slow at least her Image at least her Image her Image to desace See how the fading Glories a single SONG SEE see how the fa╌ding Glo╌ries of the Year put on a youthfull Smile see see how the fa╌ding Glories of the Year put on a youthfull Smile to welcom her Spight of the Dog╌Star's madness her bright Eyes cre╌ate a Spring of e╌ver bloom╌ing Joys of ever bloom╌ing bloom╌ing Joys all Nature to her Charms fresh Tri╌bute yields making where e're she comes E╌li╌zian Fields where Roses proudly breath out all their Sweet and blush out all their Beau╌ty at her Feet where Nightingales their own Love╌Songs lay by and her un╌i╌mi╌ta╌ble Gra╌ces try while the more wan╌ton Hills and Groves re╌joyce faintly to ec╌cho back her heav'n╌ly Voice faint╌ly to ec╌cho back her heav'n╌ly Voice CHORUS But my Pains ra╌ge but my Pains ra╌ge the But my Pains ra╌ge but my Pains ra╌ge the more near Pa╌ra╌dise Panthe╌a is to me a burn╌ing Glass of Ice Pan╌thea more near Pa╌ra╌dise Panthe╌a is to me Pan╌the╌a Pan╌the╌a is to me a burn╌ing Glass of Ice is to me is to me a burn╌ing Glass of Ice I attempt from Love's sickness a single SONG I Attempt from Love's sickness to fl╌y in vain since I am my self my own Feaver since I am my self my own Fea╌ver and Pain No more now no more now fond Heart with Pride no more swell thou can'st not raise Forces thou can'st not raise Forces enough to re╌bell First Strain again For Love has more Pow'r and less Mercy than Fate to make us seek ru╌in to make us seek ru╌in and love those that hate End with the first Strain Here the Deities approve a single SONG H╌Ere the De╌i╌ties ap╌prove here here the De╌i╌ties approve the God of Mu╌sick and of Love all the Talents they have lent you all the Blessings they have sent you pleas'd to see to see what they be╌stow live and thrive live and thrive so well be╌low pleas'd to see to see what they be╌stow live and thrive live and thrive so well be╌low all the Talents they have lent you all the Blessings they have sent you pleas'd to see to see what they be╌stow live and thrive live and thrive so well be╌low pleas'd to see to see what they be╌stow live and thrive live and thrive
still make it my Endeavours to go on with so Laudable an Undertaking I might indeed make my Compliments in relation to the greatness of my Expences in being Beneficial to the Publick and Expose some People that build upon my Foundation but as I desire the Readers Candour it 's my Business to make use of it in Respect to others only I shall take notice I have more than enough Discouragement to drop the pursute of Obliging my Country since Foreigners meet with a reception that is inconsistent with the Interest of one that has the Honour to be a Native But let 'em Undersell me as long as they please and Transplant their Foreign Musick into these Climates the Judicious will be of my side when they make an Estimate of Mr. Purcell's Works which are equal to those of the Best Masters of Italy and conclude that I who have now made a compleat Collection of all his Choicest Performances deserve a better Entertainment from the Hands of the Publick than any Pretenders whatsoever H. P. On the DEATH of the late Famous Mr. HENRY PVRCELL Author of the First and Second Books of Orpheus Britannicus MAke room ye happy Natives of the Sky Room for a Soul all Love and Harmony A Soul that rose to such Perfection here It scarce will be advanc'd by being there Whether to us by Transmigration given He once was an Inhabitant of Heav'n And form'd for Musick with Diviner Fire Endu'd Compos'd for the Celestial Choir Not for the Vulgar Race of Light to hear But on High-days to glad th' Immortal Ear. So in some leisure hour was sent away Their Hour is here a Life a Thousand Years their Day Sent what th' Aetherial Musick was to show And teach the wonders of that Art below Whether this might not be the Muse appeals To his Composures where such Magick dwells As Rivals Heav'nly Skill and human Pow'r excels Vile as a Sign-post Dauber's Painting show's Compar'd with Titian's Work or Angelo's Languid and low as Modern Rhime appears When Virgil's matchless Strain has tun'd our Ears So seem to him the Masters of our Isle His Inspiration theirs but Mortal Toil They to the Ear he to the Soul does dive From Anger save and from Despair revive Not the smooth Spheres in their Eternal Rounds The work of Angels warble softer Sounds What is that Heav'n of which so much we hear The happy Region gain'd with Praise and Pray'r What but one unmolested Transport which No Notion or Idea e'er cou'd reach As it appears in Vision 't is but this To be opprest with Joy and strive with Bliss Confounded with the Rays of ceaseless day We know not what we think or see or say Endless Profusion Joy without decay So when his Harmony arrests the Far We lose all thought of what or how or where Like Love it warms like Beauty does controul Like hidden Magick seizes on the whole And while we hear the Body turns to Soul From what blest Spring did he derive the Art To sooth our Cares and thus command the Heart Time list'ning stands to hear his artful Strain And Death does at the Dying throw his shafts in vain Fast to th' Immortal part the Mortal cleaves Nor till he leave to Charm the Body leaves Less Harmony than his did raise of Old The Theban Wall and made an Age of Gold How in that Mystick order cou'd he join So different Notes make Contraries combine And out of Discord cull such Sounds Divine How did the Seeds ly quickning in his Brain How were they born without a Parent 's Pain He did but Think and Musick wou'd arise Dilating Joy as Light o'erspreads the Skies From an Immortal Source like that it came But Light we know this Wonder wants a Name What art thou From what Causes dost thou spring O Musick thou Divine Mysterious thing Let me but know and knowing give me Voice to Sing Art thou the warmth in Spring that Zephire breaths Painting the Meads and whistling thro' the Leaves The happy Season that all Grief exiles When God is Pleas'd and the Creation smiles Or ar't thou Love that Mind to Mind imparts The endless Concord of agreeing Hearts Or ar't thou Friendship yet a nobler Flame That can a dearer way make Souls the same Or ar't thou rather which dos all transcend The Centre where at last the Blest ascend The Seat where Halelujah's never end Corporeal Eyes won't let us clearly view But either thou art Heav'n or Heav'n is you And thou my Muse how e'er the Criticks blame Pleas'd with his Worth and faithful to his Fame Art Musick while y' are hallowing Purcell's Name On other Subjects you Applause might miss But Envy will it self be Charmd with this How oft has Envy at his Ayrs been found T' admire enchanted with the Blissful sound Ah! cou'd you quite forget his early Doom I wou'd not from the Rapture call you home But gently from your steepy height descend You 've prais'd the Artist and now mourn the Friend Ah most unworthy shou'd we leave unsung Such wondrous Goodness in a Life so young In spight of Practice he this Truth has shown That Harmony and Vertue shou'd be one So true to Nature and so just to Wit His Musick was the very Sense you Writ Nor were his Beauties to his Art confin'd So justly were his Soul and Body join'd You 'd think his Form the Product of his Mind A Conqu'ring sweetness in his Vizage dwelt His Eyes wou'd warm his Wit like Lightning melt But those no more must now be seen and that no more be felt Pride was the sole aversion of his Eye Himself as Humble as his Art was High Ah! let him Heav'n in Life so much ador'd Be now as universally Deplor'd The Muses Sigh'd at his approaching Doom Amaz'd and raving as their own were come Art try'd the last Efforts but cou'd not save But sleep O sleep in an unenvy'd Grave In Life and Death the noblest Fate you share Poets and Princes thy Companions are And both of 'em were thy Admirers here There rest thy Ashes but thy nobler Name Shall soar aloft and last as long as Fame Nor shall thy Worth be to our Isle confin'd But flie and leave the lagging day behind Rome that did once extend its Arms so far Y 'ave conquer'd in a nobler Art than War To its proud Sons but only Earth was giv'n But thou hast triumph'd both in Earth and Heav'n And now Farewel nor Fame nor Love nor Art Nor Tears avail we must for ever part For ever dismal Accent what alone But that can tell our Loss or reach our Moan What term of Sorrow Preference dare contend What but the tenderest dearest name of Friend Hail him ye Angels to the Elisian Shoar The noblest Freight that ever Charon bore Tho Orpheus and Amphion pass'd before His Skill as far exceeds as had his Name Been known as long he wou'd have done in Fame Tho the wide Globe for tuneful Souls you cull Hope no
pasâ•Œsing by with brighter Gloâ•Œries blest my Eye Ah! then in vain in vain said I the Fields and Flow'rs do shine Nature in this Charming Place creâ•Œaâ•Œted Pleasure in Excess but all are Poor to Cynthia's Face whose Features are Divine A SONG with a Trumpet in Dioclesion SOuâ•Œnd Fame thy Brazen Trumpet sound sound sound sounâ•Œd thy Brazen Trumpet sound Stand stand in the Centre stand in the Centre of the Uâ•Œniâ•Œverse and call and caâ•Œll the listning World aâ•Œround while we inâ•Œjoyâ•Œfull Notes reâ•Œherse in Artâ•Œfull Numbers in Artfull Numbers and well choâ•Œsen Verse Great Diâ•Œoclesian's Greâ•Œat Diâ•Œoâ•Œcleâ•Œsian's Glory Great Dioclesian's Greâ•Œat Diâ•Œoâ•Œcleâ•Œsian's Glory Greâ•Œat Diâ•Œoâ•Œcleâ•Œsian's Glory A DIALOGUE between Thirsis and Daphne Thirsis WHY my Daphne why complaining and my Sghs and Tears disdaining since not many hours are past when with hands lift up to Heav'n then our plighted Faith was giv'n vowing they shou'd ever last shou'd ever eâ•Œver eâ•Œver last shou'd ever eâ•Œver eâ•Œver last Daphne Oh! ingrateful sly Deceiver and I eaâ•Œsie eaâ•Œsie fond Believer to think that Man could e're be true This to Egâ•Œla was a Token witness all your Vows are broken and I poor I and I pooâ•Œr I 'm undone by you Thirsis Could that false maâ•Œlicious Creature work upâ•Œon your eaâ•Œsie Nature could she say That Gift was mine No that Garland Egâ•Œla gave me but her Arts could ne're enslave me No no my Life my All is thine my All All All my All is thine Daphne Oh! how quick my Heart is beatâ•Œing Oh! how quick how quick my Heart is beatâ•Œing ev'â•Œry Pulse the Joy reâ•Œpeating the Joy reâ•Œpeating the Joy reâ•Œpeatâ•Œing pleas'd to find my Swain so true pleas'd to find my Swain so true Thirâ•Œsis is my onâ•Œly Treasure Thirâ•Œsis is my onâ•Œly Treasure Oh! I Love Oh! I Love beâ•Œyond all measure and wou'd quit the World for you CHORUS CHORVS Oh! how quick my Heart is beatâ•Œing Oh! how quick how quick my Oh! how quick my Heart is beatâ•Œing Oh! how quick my Heart is beatâ•Œing ev'â•Œry Pulse the Joy reâ•Œpeating the Joy reâ•Œpeating the Heart is beating ev'â•Œry Pulse the Joy the Joy reâ•Œpeating the Joy the Joy reâ•Œpeatâ•Œing pleas'd to find my Swain so true pleas'd to Joy reâ•Œpeatâ•Œing pleas'd to find my Nymph so true pleas'd to find to find my Swain so true Thirsis is my onâ•Œly Treasure Thirsis is my find my Nymph so true Daphne is my onâ•Œly Treasure my onâ•Œly onâ•Œly onâ•Œly Treasure Oh! I love Oh! I love beyond all measure Treasure Oh! I love Oh! I love I love beyond all measure and wou'd quit the World for you and wou'd quit the World for you A VERSE out of the late Queen's Birthday SONG ANd low a sacred Fuâ•Œry sweel'dâ•Œher breast and the whole God her lab'â•Œring Soul posâ•Œsest to lofâ•Œty Strains to lofâ•Œty Strains her tuneâ•Œful Lyre she Strung thus thus thus thus thus the Goddess Play'd and thus she Sung To lofâ•Œty Strains to lofâ•Œty Strains her tuneful Lyre she Strung and thus thus thus the Godâ•Œdess Play'd and thus she Sung to lofâ•Œty Strains her tuneful Lyre she Strung and thus thus thus the Godâ•Œdess Play'd and thus she Sung A VERSE out of the late Queen's Birthday-SONG MAâ•Œny many many such Days may she beâ•Œhold many many Many many many such Days may she beâ•Œhold many such Days may she behold many many many many many many many such many many many such Days may she behold many many many many many many Days may she beâ•Œhold like the glaâ•Œd such may she behold like the glaâ•Œd Sun without deâ•Œcay Sun without deâ•Œcay without withâ•Œout deâ•Œcay Many many like the glaâ•Œd Sun without deâ•Œcay many such Days may she beâ•Œhold many many Many many many such Days may she beâ•Œhold many such Days may she behold many many many many many many many such many many many such Days may she behold many many many many many many Days may she beâ•Œhold like the glaâ•Œd such may she behold like the glaâ•Œd Sun without deâ•Œcay Sun withâ•Œout deâ•Œcay withâ•Œout withâ•Œout deâ•Œcay Like the glaâ•Œd Sun withâ•Œout deâ•Œcay May Time that tearâ•Œs may Time that tearâ•Œs May Time that tearâ•Œs may Time that tearâ•Œs where he lay's hold Onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her where he lay's hold Onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her onâ•Œly saâ•Œlute her onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her in his way May Time that tearâ•Œs her Saâ•Œlute her in his way May Time that may Time that tearâ•Œs where heâ•Œlay's hold tearâ•Œs may Time that tearâ•Œs where he lay's hold Onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute Onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her in his way Saâ•Œlute her onâ•Œly Saâ•Œlute her only Saâ•Œlute her Saâ•Œlute her in his way Saâ•Œluteâ•Œher in his way her in his way The EPICURE UNâ•Œderâ•Œneath this Myrtle Shade on Flow'â•Œry Beds Suâ•Œpineâ•Œly Nâ•Œderâ•Œneath this Myrtle Shade on Flow'â•Œry Beds Suâ•Œpineâ•Œly laid with Od'rous Oyls my Head o'erflowing and aâ•Œrouâ•Œnd it Roses laid with Od'rous Oyls my Head o'erflowâ•Œing and aâ•Œrouâ•Œnd it Roses growing What should I do but drink aâ•Œway what should I do but drink aâ•Œway growing What should I do but drink drink what should I do but drink drink aâ•Œway the Heat and Trouâ•Œbles of the day the Heat and drink drink drink aâ•Œway the Heat and Trouâ•Œbles of the day the Heat and Troubles of the day In this more than Kingly State Love himself shall on me wait Troubles of the day In this more than Kingly State Love himself shall on me wait Fill to me Love nay fill it up and mingled caâ•Œst cast inâ•Œto the Fill to me Love nay fill it up and mingled caâ•Œst inâ•Œto the Cup Wit and Mirth Vig'rous Health Vig'rous Health and Gay Desires The Cup and Noble Fires Vig'rous Health Vig'rous Health and Gay Desires The Wheel of Life no less will stay in a smooth than rugged Way since it Wheel of Life no less will stay in a smooâ•Œth than rugged Way since it eâ•Œqualâ•Œly doth flee let the Moâ•Œtion pleasant be let the Moâ•Œtion eâ•Œqualâ•Œly doth flee let the Moâ•Œtion pleasant be let the pleasant be let the Moâ•Œtion pleaâ•Œsant be Moâ•Œtion pleaâ•Œsant be let it pleaâ•Œsant be Solus Why do we precious Ointments show'r Nobler Wines why doâ•Œwe pour Beauteous Flow'rs why do we spread upâ•Œon the Moâ•Œnuâ•Œments of the Dead Nothing they but Dust can show or Bones that haâ•Œsten to be so CHORUS CHORVS Crown me with Roâ•Œses whilst I live now now your Wine and Ointments give Crown me with Roâ•Œses whilst I live now now your Wine and Ointments give Afâ•Œter Death I nothing crave I nothing crave let me aâ•Œlive my Pleasure have Afâ•Œter Death I nothing nothing crave let me aâ•Œlive my Pleasure have all all are Stoâ•Œicks all all are Stoâ•Œicks in the Grave all all are all all are Stoicks all all are Stoicks in the Grave all all are Stoâ•Œicks in the Grave Stoicks in the Grave A SONG for Two Voices JUlia Julia your unâ•Œjust disâ•Œdain moves moâ•Œves me to comâ•Œplain Julia Julia your unjust disdain moves moâ•Œves me to comâ•Œplain you you you that Vow'd to be so true aâ•Œlas aâ•Œlas aâ•Œlas
a╌las a╌you you you that Vow'd to be so true a╌las a╌las a╌las a╌las is false and Mar╌ri'd too cou'd I dri╌ve those thoughts a╌las is false and Marri'd too cou'd I dri╌ve those thoughts a╌way that rack me rack me ev'╌ry day by your by your un╌just In╌way that rack me rack me ev'╌ry day by your by your un╌just In╌con╌stan╌cy Oh! oh how happy oh oh how happy how ╌con╌stan╌cy Oh! oh oh how happy how happy oh happy oh oh how happy how happy shou'd I be oh oh oh how happy how happy how hap╌py shou'd I be oh oh oh how happy happy happy happy happy shou'd I be Oh! oh oh how oh how happy happy happy happy happy shou'd I be Oh! oh oh how happy happy happy happy happy shou'd I be happy happy happy happy happy shou'd I be A single SONG OH fair Cedaria Oh! ╌fair Cedaria hide those Eyes that Hearts Enough have won for who╌so╌ever sees them die╌s oh ╌fair Ce╌da╌ria hide those Eyes for who╌so╌ever sees them die╌s hide those Eyes for who╌so╌ever who╌so╌ever sees them die╌s and cannot and cannot cannot ruine shun Such Beauty and Cha╌rms are seen u╌ni╌ted in your face Such Beauty and Cha╌rms are seen u╌ni╌ted in your face the prou╌dest the prou╌dest can't but own you can't but own you Queen of Beauty of Beauty Wit and Grace Such Beauty and Cha╌rms are seen u╌ni╌ted in your face the Proudest the Prou╌dest can't but own you the Prou╌dest can't but own you can't but own you Queen of Beau╌ty Wit and Grace The Proudest can't but own you Quee╌n of Beau╌ty Wit and Grace then pi╌ty me then pi╌ty me who am your Slave then pi╌ty me then pi╌ty pi╌ty me who am your Slave and grant me grant me a Re╌prive un╌less I may your Favour have I can't I can't one moment live I can't I can't un╌less I may your Favour have I can't I can't one Mo╌ment Live A single SONG I Lov'd fair Ce╌lia I Lov'd fair Ce╌lia many many many years before she shew╌'d her Art ╌her Art Her Beauty first her Humor next by tur╌ns her Beauty first her Humor next by tur╌ns engag'd my Heart And when to these when to these she Friendship joyn'd her Char╌ms her Char╌ms were so intire that with╌out being Dull and Blind I cou'd none else none none none none I cou'd none else no none no none no none none else ad╌mire A SONG on the late Queen MAy her Blest ex╌am╌ple chase Vice in troops out of the Land Fly╌ing from her aw╌full Face like trembling Ghosts when day 's at hand May her He╌ro bring us Peace won with Ho╌nour in the Field And our home╌bred Factions cease He still our Sword and She our Shield A single SONG LET us Dance let us Sing let us si╌ng whilst our Life 's in the Spring and give all and give all all all all all to the great God of Love Let us Love Let us Re╌vel let us re╌vel and play let us let us re╌vel and play and re╌joy╌ce whilst we may Since old Time since old Time these de╌light╌ts will re╌move A DIALOGUE between Thyrsis and Iris. FAir I╌ris and her Swain were in a shady Bow'r where Thyrsis long in vain had sought the hap╌py hour at length his hand advancing upon her Snowy Breast he said O kiss me lon╌ger and lon╌ger yet and lon╌ger if you will make me blest An ea╌sy yeilding Maid by trusting is undone our Sex is oft betray'd by grant╌ing Love too soon if you desire to gain me your suff'rings to redress pre╌pare to Love me longer and lon╌ger yet and lon╌ger before you shall pos╌sess Thyrsis The little care you show of all my sorrows past makes Death appear too slow and Life too long to last Fair I╌ris kiss me kind╌ly in pi╌ty of my Fate and kind╌ly still and kind╌ly still before it be too late Iris. You fondly court your Bliss and no advances make 't is not for Maids to give but 't is for Men to take So you may kiss me kind╌ly and kind╌ly still and kind╌ly and I will not re╌bell but do not kiss and tell but do not kiss and tell no ne╌ver kiss and tell And may I kiss you Yes you may kiss me kindly and kindly still and kindly still and kindly and kind╌ly and kindly still and kindly and will you not re╌bell I will not rebell Yes you may kiss me kindly still and kindly still and I will not re╌bell And may I kiss you kindly and kindly still and kindly still and you will not re╌bell but do not kiss and tell but do not kiss and tell no no no no no No no no no no no I 'll never kiss and tell no no I 'll no no no no no no no I 'll never never never no never never never no never kiss and tell never kiss and tell no no no no no no no no I 'll never never never I 'll never never never kiss and tell CHORVS Thus at the height we Love and live and fear not fear not to be Thus at the height we Love and live and fear not fear not to be poor We give and we give we give and we give we give and we poor We give and we give we give and we give and give till we can give no more But what to day will take a╌way to give till we can give no more But what to day will take a╌way to morrow to mor╌row will re╌store morrow to mor╌row will re╌store End with the first Strain A SONG on St. Cecilia's Day 1692. Flutes Violins High Countratenor Hark! hark each Tree its Hark! hark each Tree its si╌lence breaks si╌lence breaks Hark! hark each Tree its si╌lence Hark! each Tree its si╌lence breaks breaks Hark! hark each Tree its Hark! hark each Tree its si╌lence si╌lence breaks Hark! breaks hark hark each Tree its si╌lence breaks the Box and hark each Tree its si╌lence breaks the Firr to tal╌k to talk to talk to Box and Firr to tal╌k to talk to talk to tal╌k talk be╌gin Hark! hark hark hark be╌gin Hark! hark hark hark hark hark hark this in the spright╌ly Vi╌o╌lin That in the Flute distinctly di╌stinct╌ly speaks distinctly di╌stinct╌ly speaks That in the This in the Spright╌ly Vi╌o╌lin Flute di╌stinct╌ly distinct╌ly di╌stinct╌ly speaks This in the spright╌ly Vi╌olin di╌stinct╌ly speaks Instruments Rest 'T was 'T was Sympathy 't was Sympathy their list'ning Brethren drew 't was Sym╌pathy their Sympathy 't was Sympathy 't was Sym╌pa╌thy their list'╌ning list'╌ning Brethren drew when to the Thracian Lyre with lea╌fy wings they Brethren drew fle╌w when to the Thracian Lyre when to the Thracian Lyre with lea╌fy wings they When to the Thra╌cian Lyre with lea╌fy wings they fle fle╌w with leafy wings they fl with lea╌fy wings they flew when to the Thracian Lvre with lea╌fy ╌with leafy wings they flew when to the Thracian Lyre with lea╌fy wings they fle╌w with leafy wings they flew with wings they fle╌w with lea╌fy wings they flew with leafy wings they flew lea╌fy