Orpheus Britannicus, A collection of all the choicest songs for one, two, and three voices compos'd by Mr. Henry Purcell ; together with such symphonies for violins or flutes, as were by him design'd for any of them, and a through-bass to each song, figur'd for the organ, harpsichord, or theorbo-lute ...
         Vocal music. Selections
         Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.
      
       
         
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             Orpheus Britannicus, A collection of all the choicest songs for one, two, and three voices compos'd by Mr. Henry Purcell ; together with such symphonies for violins or flutes, as were by him design'd for any of them, and a through-bass to each song, figur'd for the organ, harpsichord, or theorbo-lute ...
             Vocal music. Selections
             Purcell, Henry, 1659-1695.
          
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                 portrait in oval frame of Henry Purcell at age 37, in the year 1695. Engraving by Robert White, after John Closterman. National Portrait Gallery, London, NPG D32252.
                 
                   Henricus
                   Purcell
                   .
                   AEtat
                   Suae
                   37.
                   95.
                   
                
                 
                   ὁυτος
                   ἐκεινος
                
                 
                   F
                   Closterman
                   pinx
                   .
                   R.
                   White
                   sculp
                   .
                
              
            
          
           
             
             
               
                 ORPHEUS
                 BRITANNICUS
              
               .
            
             
               A
               COLLECTION
               OF
               ALL
               The
               Choicest
               SONGS
               FOR
               
                 One
                 ,
                 Two
                 ,
                 and
                 Three
                 Uoices
                 ,
              
               COMPOS'D
               By
               M
               r.
               Henry
               Purcell
               .
            
             
               TOGETHER
               ,
               With
               such
               Symphonies
               for
               Violins
               or
               Flutes
               ,
               As
               were
               by
               Him
               design'd
               for
               any
               of
               them
               :
               AND
               A
               THROUGH-BASS
               to
               each
               Song
               ;
               Figur'd
               for
               the
               
                 Organ
                 ,
                 Harpsichord
              
               ,
               or
               Theorbo-Lute
               .
            
             
               All
               which
               are
               placed
               in
               their
               several
               Keys
               according
               to
               the
               Order
               of
               the
               Gamut
               .
            
             
               LONDON
               ,
               Printed
               by
               
                 J.
                 Heptinstall
              
               ,
               for
               
                 Henry
                 Playford
              
               ,
               in
               the
               Temple-Change
               ,
               in
               Fleet-street
               ,
               MDCXCVIII
               .
            
          
           
             
             
             
               To
               the
               Honourable
               ,
               The
               Lady
               HOWARD
               .
            
             
               
                 MADAM
                 ,
              
            
             
               WEre
               it
               in
               the
               power
               of
               Musick
               to
               abate-those
               strong
               Impressions
               of
               Grief
               which
               have
               continued
               upon
               me
               ever
               since
               the
               Loss
               of
               my
               dear
               lamented
               Husband
               ,
               there
               are
               few
               (
               I
               believe
               )
               who
               are
               furnished
               with
               larger
               or
               better
               supplies
               of
               Comfort
               from
               this
               Science
               ,
               than
               he
               has
               left
               me
               in
               his
               own
               Compositions
               ,
               and
               in
               the
               Satisfaction
               I
               find
               ,
               that
               they
               are
               not
               more
               valued
               by
               me
               (
               who
               must
               own
               my self
               fond
               to
               a
               Partiality
               of
               all
               that
               was
               his
               )
               than
               by
               those
               who
               are
               no
               less
               Judges
               than
               Patrons
               of
               his
               Performances
               .
               I
               find
               ,
               Madam
               ,
               I
               have
               already
               said
               enough
               to
               justifie
               the
               Presumption
               of
               this
               Application
               to
               Your
               Ladiship
               ,
               who
               have
               added
               both
               these
               Characters
               to
               the
               many
               excellent
               Qualities
               ,
               which
               make
               You
               the
               Admiration
               of
               all
               that
               know
               You.
               Your
               Ladiship
               's
               extraordinary
               skill
               in
               Musick
               ,
               beyond
               most
               of
               either
               Sex
               ,
               and
               Your
               great
               Goodness
               to
               that
               dear
               Person
               ,
               whom
               You
               have
               sometimes
               been
               pleased
               to
               honour
               with
               the
               Title
               of
               Your
               Master
               ,
               makes
               it
               hard
               for
               me
               to
               judge
               whether
               he
               contributed
               more
               to
               the
               vast
               Improvements
               You
               have
               made
               in
               that
               Science
               ,
               or
               Your
               Ladiship
               to
               the
               Reputation
               he
               gain'd
               in
               the
               Profession
               of
               it
               :
               For
               I
               have
               often
               heard
               him
               say
               ,
               That
               as
               several
               of
               his
               best
               Compositions
               were
               originally
               design'd
               for
               Your
               Ladiship
               's
               Entertainment
               ,
               so
               the
               Pains
               he
               bestowed
               in
               fitting
               them
               for
               Your
               Ear
               ,
               were
               abundantly
               rewarded
               by
               the
               Satisfaction
               he
               has
               received
               from
               Your
               Approbation
               ,
               and
               admirable
               Performance
               of
               them
               ,
               which
               has
               best
               recommended
               both
               them
               and
               their
               Author
               to
               all
               that
               have
               had
               the
               happiness
               of
               hearing
               them
               from
               Your
               Ladiship
               .
            
             
             
               Another
               great
               advantage
               ,
               to
               which
               my
               Husband
               has
               often
               imputed
               the
               success
               of
               his
               Labors
               ,
               and
               which
               may
               best
               plead
               for
               Your
               Ladiship
               's
               favourable
               Acceptance
               of
               this
               Collection
               ,
               has
               been
               the
               great
               Justness
               both
               of
               Thought
               and
               Numbers
               which
               he
               found
               in
               the
               Poetry
               of
               our
               most
               refin'd
               Writers
               ,
               and
               among
               them
               ,
               of
               that
               Honourable
               Gentleman
               ,
               who
               has
               the
               dearest
               and
               most
               deserved
               Relation
               to
               your Self
               ,
               and
               whose
               Excellent
               Compositions
               were
               the
               Subject
               of
               his
               last
               and
               best
               Performance
               in
               Musick
               .
            
             
               Thus
               ,
               Madam
               ,
               Your
               Ladiship
               has
               every
               way
               the
               justest
               Title
               to
               the
               Patronage
               of
               this
               Book
               ,
               the
               Publication
               of
               which
               ,
               under
               the
               auspicious
               Influence
               of
               Your
               Name
               ,
               is
               the
               best
               (
               I
               had
               almost
               said
               the
               only
               )
               means
               I
               have
               left
               of
               Testifying
               to
               the
               World
               ,
               my
               desire
               to
               pay
               the
               last
               Honours
               to
               its
               dear
               Author
               ,
               Your
               Ladyship
               having
               generously
               prevented
               my
               intended
               Performance
               of
               the
               Duty
               I
               owe
               to
               his
               Ashes
               ,
               by
               erecting
               a
               fair
               Monument
               over
               them
               ,
               and
               gracing
               it
               with
               an
               Inscription
               which
               may
               perpetuate
               both
               the
               Marble
               and
               his
               Memory
               .
               Your
               Generosity
               ,
               which
               was
               too
               large
               to
               be
               confin'd
               either
               to
               his
               Life
               or
               his
               Person
               ,
               has
               also
               extended
               it self
               to
               his
               Posterity
               ,
               on
               whom
               Your
               Ladiship
               has
               been
               pleas'd
               to
               entail
               Your
               Favours
               ,
               which
               must
               ,
               with
               all
               Gratitude
               ,
               be
               acknowledg'd
               as
               the
               most
               valuable
               part
               of
               their
               Inheritance
               ,
               both
               by
               them
               ,
               and
            
             
               
                 YOUR
                 LADISHIP
                 's
                 Most
                 oblig'd
                 ,
                 and
                 most
                 Humble
                 Servant
                 ,
                 Fr.
                 Purcell
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               THE
               Bookseller
               to
               the
               Reader
               .
            
             
               WHereas
               this
               Excellent
               Collection
               was
               design'd
               to
               have
               been
               Publish'd
               some
               considerable
               Time
               before
               now
               ,
               the
               Reason
               of
               its
               delay
               ,
               was
               to
               have
               it
               as
               compleat
               as
               possibly
               it
               could
               be
               made
               ,
               both
               in
               regard
               to
               the
               Memory
               of
               that
               great
               Master
               ,
               and
               the
               Satisfaction
               of
               all
               that
               buy
               it
               .
               And
               to
               make
               amends
               to
               those
               Gentlemen
               and
               Ladies
               who
               subscrib'd
               early
               to
               this
               Work
               ,
               they
               will
               here
               find
               an
               Addition
               of
               above
               Thirty
               Songs
               more
               than
               were
               at
               first
               propos'd
               ,
               which
               (
               considering
               the
               extraordinary
               charge
               of
               Paper
               ,
               &c.
               at
               this
               time
               )
               is
               an
               additional
               Expence
               to
               me
               ,
               tho'
               I
               hope
               the
               Compleatness
               of
               the
               Work
               will
               recompence
               my
               Care
               and
               Trouble
               .
               The
               Author
               's
               extraordinary
               Talent
               in
               all
               sorts
               of
               Musick
               is
               sufficiently
               known
               ,
               but
               he
               was
               especially
               admir'd
               for
               the
               Vocal
               ,
               having
               a
               peculiar
               Genius
               to
               express
               the
               Energy
               of
               English
               Words
               ,
               whereby
               he
               mov'd
               the
               Passions
               of
               all
               his
               Auditors
               .
               And
               I
               question
               not
               ,
               but
               the
               Purchaser
               will
               be
               very
               well
               pleas'd
               in
               the
               Choice
               of
               this
               Collection
               ,
               which
               will
               be
               a
               great
               Satisfaction
               to
            
             
               
                 Your
                 Humble
                 Servant
                 ,
                 Hen.
                 Playford
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               An
               ODE
               on
               the
               Death
               of
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Purcell
              
               .
               Written
               by
               Mr.
               Dryden
               .
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 MArk
                 how
                 the
                 Lark
                 and
                 Linnet
                 Sing
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 rival
                 Notes
              
               
                 They
                 strain
                 their
                 warbling
                 Throats
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 welcome
                 in
                 the
                 Spring
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 in
                 the
                 close
                 of
                 Night
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 Philomel
                 begins
                 her
                 Heav'nly
                 Lay
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 cease
                 their
                 mutual
                 spight
                 ,
              
               
                 Drink
                 in
                 her
                 Musick
                 with
                 Delight
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 list'ning
                 and
                 silent
                 ,
                 and
                 silent
                 and
                 list'ning
                 ,
                 and
                 list'ning
                 and
                 silent
                 obey
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 So
                 ceas'd
                 the
                 rival
                 Crew
                 when
                 Purcell
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 They
                 Sung
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 or
                 only
                 Sung
                 his
                 Fame
                 .
              
               
                 Struck
                 dumb
                 they
                 all
                 admir'd
                 the
                 Godlike
                 Man
                 :
              
               
                 The
                 God-like
                 Man
              
               
                 Alas
                 !
                 too
                 soon
                 retir'd
                 ,
              
               
                 As
                 he
                 too
                 late
                 began
                 .
              
               
                 We
                 beg
                 not
                 Hell
                 our
                 Orpheus
                 to
                 restore
                 ;
              
               
                 Had
                 he
                 been
                 there
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 Sovereigns
                 fear
              
               
                 Had
                 sent
                 him
                 back
                 before
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 pow'r
                 of
                 Harmony
                 too
                 well
                 they
                 knew
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 long
                 e're
                 this
                 had
                 Tun'd
                 their
                 jarring
                 Sphere
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 left
                 no
                 Hell
                 below
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Heav'nly
                 Quire
                 ,
                 who
                 heard
                 his
                 Notes
                 from
                 high
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 down
                 the
                 Scale
                 of
                 Musick
                 from
                 the
                 Sky
                 :
              
               
                 They
                 handed
                 him
                 along
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 all
                 the
                 way
                 He
                 taught
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 the
                 way
                 they
                 Sung.
              
               
                 Ye
                 Brethren
                 of
                 the
                 Lyre
                 ,
                 and
                 tunefull
                 Voice
                 ,
              
               
                 Lament
                 his
                 lot
                 ,
                 but
                 at
                 your
                 own
                 rejoyce
                 .
              
               
                 Now
                 live
                 secure
                 and
                 linger
                 out
                 your
                 days
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Gods
                 are
                 pleas'd
                 alone
                 with
                 
                   Purcell's
                   Layes
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 know
                 to
                 mend
                 their
                 Choice
                 .
              
            
             
               This
               Ode
               is
               Sett
               to
               Musick
               by
               Dr.
               Blow
               ,
               and
               may
               be
               bound
               up
               with
               this
               Collection
               .
            
          
           
             
               Another
               Ode
               on
               the
               same
               occasion
               .
               By
               a
               Person
               of
               Quality
               .
            
             
               
                 ACcord
                 thy
                 Blessing
                 to
                 my
                 bold
                 Design
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 best
                 Inspirer
                 of
                 Harmonious
                 Grief
                 ;
              
               
                 Thou
                 ,
                 who
                 among
                 the
                 tunefull
                 Nine
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 mournfull
                 Melody
                 art
                 Chief
                 .
              
               
                 In
                 Musick
                 ,
                 wing'd
                 with
                 Sighs
                 ,
                 I
                 soar
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 second
                 Orpheus
                 to
                 deplore
                 ;
              
               
                 Second
                 in
                 Time
                 ,
                 but
                 First
                 in
                 Fame
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 him
                 blind
                 Fiction
                 gave
                 a
                 Name
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 truthless
                 Tales
                 ,
                 which
                 srantick
                 Poets
                 tell
              
               
                 Of
                 Thebes
                 ,
                 and
                 moving
                 Stones
                 ,
                 and
                 Journeys
                 down
                 to
                 Hell
                 ,
              
               
                 Were
                 only
                 Prophecies
                 of
                 Musick
                 's
                 force
                 ,
                 which
                 we
              
               
                 Have
                 wonderfully
                 seen
                 fulfill'd
                 in
                 Thee
                 .
              
               
                 What
                 mortal
                 Harmony
                 cou'd
                 do
              
               
                 No
                 Mortal
                 ever
                 knew
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 thy
                 transcendent
                 Genius
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 strength
                 surpass'd
                 the
                 Praises
                 of
                 Poetick
                 flame
                 :
              
               
                 Whose
                 Raptures
                 will
                 for
                 ever
                 want
                 a
                 Name
                 .
              
               
                 Out
                 of
                 thy
                 Orb
                 awhile
              
               
                 (
                 Content
                 to
                 wander
                 here
                 below
                 )
              
               
                 Thou
                 did'st
                 vouchsafe
                 to
                 bless
                 our
                 Isle
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 With
                 high
                 Commands
                 from
                 Heaven
                 ,
                 for
                 ought
                 we
                 know
                 )
              
               
                 To
                 try
                 seditious
                 Jarrs
                 to
                 reconcile
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 Discord
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 frightfull
                 form
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 her
                 Retinue
                 of
                 War
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Drum
                 ,
                 the
                 Pulpit
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Barr
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 croaking
                 Crowds
                 tumultuous
                 noise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 ev'ry
                 hoarse
                 Out-landish
                 voice
                 ,
              
               
                 Proclaim'd
                 so
                 loud
                 th'impending
                 Storm
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 frighted
                 hence
                 ,
                 thou
                 didst
                 for
                 Refuge
                 fly
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 reassume
                 thy
                 Station
                 in
                 the
                 Sky
                 :
              
               
                 There
                 Heavenly
                 Carols
                 to
                 compose
                 and
                 sing
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 Heavens
                 harmonious
                 King.
              
               
                 Where
                 rapt
                 in
                 transports
                 of
                 Extatic
                 Song
                 ,
              
               
                 Amidst
                 th'
                 inspir'd
                 Seraphic
                 throng
                 ,
              
               
                 Crown'd
                 with
                 Coelestial
                 ever-blooming
                 Bays
                 ,
              
               
                 Thou
                 sitt'st
                 dissolv'd
                 in
                 Hallelulahs
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               A
               Lamentation
               for
               the
               Death
               of
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Purcell
              
               .
               Sett
               to
               Musick
               by
               his
               Brother
               ,
               Mr.
               
                 Daniel
                 Purcell
              
               .
               The
               Words
               by
               
                 N.
                 Tate
              
               ,
               
                 Esq
                 ;
              
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 A
                 Gloomy
                 Mist
                 o'erspreads
                 the
                 Plains
              
               
                 More
                 Gloomy
                 Grief
                 the
                 Nymphs
                 &
                 Swains
                 ;
              
               
                 The
                 Shepherd
                 breaks
                 his
                 tunefull
                 Reed
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 pining
                 Flocks
                 refuse
                 to
                 feed
                 .
              
               
                 Silent
                 are
                 the
                 Lawns
                 and
                 Glades
                 ,
              
               
               
                 The
                 Hills
                 ,
                 the
                 Vales
                 ,
                 the
                 Groves
                 ,
                 the
                 Dales
                 ,
              
               
                 All
                 silent
                 as
                 Elizian
                 Shades
                 .
              
               
                 No
                 more
                 they
                 Sing
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 Rejoyce
                 ,
              
               
                 Eccho
                 her self
                 has
                 lost
                 her
                 Voice
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 
                   A
                   Sighing
                   Wind
                   ,
                   a
                   Murm'ring
                   Rill
                   ,
                
                 
                   Our
                   Ears
                   with
                   dolefull
                   Accents
                   fill
                   :
                
                 
                   They
                   are
                   heard
                   ,
                   and
                   onely
                   they
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   sadly
                   thus
                   they
                   seem
                   to
                   say
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Joy
                   ,
                   the
                   Pride
                   of
                   Spring
                   is
                   Dead
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Soul
                   of
                   Harmony
                   is
                   fled
                   .
                
                 
                   Pleasure
                   's
                   flown
                   from
                   Albion's
                   Shore
                   ,
                
                 
                   Wit
                   and
                   Mirth
                   's
                   bright
                   Reign
                   is
                   o'er
                   ,
                
                 
                   Strephon
                   and
                   Musick
                   are
                   no
                   more
                   !
                
              
               
                 
                   Since
                   Nature
                   thus
                   pays
                   Tribute
                   to
                   his
                   Urn
                   ,
                
                 
                   How
                   should
                   a
                   sad
                   ,
                   forsaken
                   Brother
                   mourn
                   !
                
              
            
          
           
             
               An
               Ode
               for
               the
               Consort
               at
               York-Buildings
               ,
               upon
               the
               Death
               of
               Mr.
               Purcell
               .
               By
               
                 J.
                 Talbot
              
               ,
               Fellow
               of
               
                 Trinity
                 College
              
               in
               Cambridge
               .
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 WEep
                 ,
                 all
                 ye
                 Muses
                 ,
                 weep
                 o're
                 
                 Damon's
                 Herse
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 pay
                 the
                 grateful
                 Honors
                 of
                 your
                 Verse
                 :
              
               
                 Each
                 mournfull
                 Strain
                 in
                 saddest
                 Accents
                 dress
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Praises
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 Sorrows
                 to
                 express
                 .
              
               
                 Ye
                 Sons
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 lament
                 your
                 Learned
                 Chief
              
               
                 With
                 all
                 the
                 Skill
                 and
                 Harmony
                 of
                 Grief
                 ;
              
               
                 To
                 
                 Damon's
                 Herse
                 your
                 tunefull
                 Tribute
                 bring
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 taught
                 each
                 Note
                 to
                 speak
                 ,
                 and
                 every
                 Muse
                 to
                 sing
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 II.
                 
              
               
                 
                   Hark!
                   how
                   the
                   Warlike
                   Trumpet
                   groans
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Warlike
                   Trumpet
                   sadly
                   moans
                   ,
                
                 
                   Instructed
                   once
                   by
                   
                   Damon's
                   Art
                
                 
                   To
                   warm
                   the
                   active
                   Soldier
                   's
                   Heart
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   soften
                   Danger
                   ,
                   sweeten
                   Care
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   smooth
                   the
                   rugged
                   Toils
                   of
                   War
                   ,
                
                 
                   Now
                   with
                   shrill
                   Grief
                   ,
                   and
                   melancholy
                   Strains
                
                 
                   Of
                   
                   Damon's
                   Death
                   ,
                   and
                   
                   Albion's
                   Loss
                   complains
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   The
                   sprightly
                   Haut-boys
                   ,
                   and
                   gay
                   Violin
                   ,
                
                 
                   By
                   Damon
                   taught
                   to
                   charm
                   the
                   list'ning
                   Ear
                   ,
                
                 
                   To
                   fill
                   the
                   ecchoing
                   Theatre
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   with
                   rich
                   Melody
                   adorn
                   each
                   Scene
                   ;
                
                 
                   Forget
                   their
                   native
                   Chearfulness
                   ,
                
                 
                   Their
                   wonted
                   Air
                   and
                   Vigor
                   to
                   express
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   in
                   dead
                   doleful
                   Sounds
                   a
                   tuneless
                   Grief
                   confess
                   .
                
                 
                   "
                   Weep
                   all
                   ye
                   Muses
                   ,
                   weep
                   o're
                   
                   Damon's
                   Herse
                   ,
                
                 
                   "
                   And
                   pay
                   the
                   grateful
                   Honors
                   of
                   your
                   Verse
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 III.
                 
              
               
                 Mark
                 how
                 the
                 melancholy
                 Flute
                 ,
              
               
                 Joins
                 in
                 sad
                 Consort
                 with
                 the
                 amorous
                 Lute
                 ,
              
               
                 Lamenting
                 
                 Damon's
                 hapless
                 Fate
                 :
              
               
                 From
                 him
                 they
                 learn'd
                 to
                 tell
                 the
                 Lover's
                 Care
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 soft
                 Complaints
                 to
                 move
                 the
                 cruel
                 Fair
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 calm
                 her
                 Anger
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 change
                 her
                 Hate
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 various
                 Organ
                 taught
                 by
                 
                 Damon's
                 hand
              
               
                 A
                 holier
                 Passion
                 to
                 command
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 roving
                 Fancy
                 to
                 refine
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 fill
                 the
                 ravish'd
                 Soul
                 with
                 Charms
                 divine
                 ;
              
               
                 Now
                 in
                 loud
                 Sighs
                 employs
                 its
                 tuneful
                 Breath
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 bids
                 each
                 secret
                 Sound
                 conspire
              
               
                 To
                 mourn
                 its
                 darling
                 
                 Damon's
                 Death
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 consenting
                 Grief
                 to
                 form
                 one
                 num'rous
                 Choir
                 .
              
               
                 "
                 Weep
                 all
                 ye
                 Muses
                 ,
                 weep
                 o're
                 
                 Damon's
                 Herse
                 ,
              
               
                 "
                 And
                 pay
                 the
                 grateful
                 Honors
                 of
                 your
                 Verse
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 IV.
                 
              
               
                 Cease
                 ,
                 cease
                 ,
                 ye
                 Sons
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 forbear
              
               
                 To
                 aggravate
                 your
                 own
                 Despair
                 :
              
               
                 Cease
                 to
                 lament
                 your
                 Learned
                 Chief
              
               
                 With
                 fruitless
                 Skill
                 ,
                 and
                 hopeless
                 Grief
                 ;
              
               
                 For
                 sure
                 ,
                 if
                 Mortals
                 here
                 below
              
               
                 Ought
                 of
                 Diviner
                 Beings
                 know
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 Damon's
                 large
                 Mind
                 informs
                 some
                 active
                 Sphere
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 circles
                 in
                 melodious
                 Raptures
                 there
                 ;
              
               
                 Mix'd
                 with
                 his
                 Fellow-Choristers
                 above
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 the
                 bright
                 Orbs
                 of
                 Harmony
                 and
                 Love.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               The
               following
               Lines
               were
               design'd
               for
               Mr.
               
               Purcell's
               Monument
               ;
               which
               being
               supply'd
               by
               a
               better
               Hand
               ,
               the
               Author
               of
               this
               Inscription
               ,
               in
               veneration
               to
               the
               Memory
               of
               that
               Great
               Master
               ,
               prefixes
               it
               to
               his
               Golden
               Remains
               .
            
             
               
                 Memoriae
                 Sacrum
                 
                   H.
                   P.
                
                 
              
               
                 En
                 !
                 Marmor
                 loquax
              
               
                 (
                 Vix
                 ,
                 heu
                 !
                 prae
                 dolore
                 )
              
               
                 Lacrymas
                 stillatim
                 sudat
                 ;
              
               
                 Manes
                 Purcelli
                 sacros
                 ,
              
               
                 Quisquis
                 es
                 ,
                 Viator
                 ,
              
               
                 Siste
                 ac
                 venerare
                 .
              
               
                 Eheu
                 !
                 quàm
                 subitò
                 Orbis
                 Harmonici
              
               
                 Procubuit
                 Columen
                 !
              
               
                 Angliacus
                 ille
                 
                   Amphion
                   ,
                   Orpheus
                   ,
                   Apollo
                
                 ,
              
               
                 Deus
                 Harmoniae
                 Italo-Anglus
                 ,
              
               
                 Certè
                 Corellius
                 ;
              
               
                 Artis
                 Musicae
              
               
                 Perquàm
                 difficilis
              
               
                 Facilè
                 Coryphaeus
                 .
              
               
                 Per
                 acuta
                 Musicae
                 victor
                 ibat
                 ovans
                 .
              
               
               
                 Et
                 placidâ
                 Animam
                 compede
                 alligavit
                 .
              
               
                 Eheu
                 !
                 quàm
                 brevi
              
               
                 Praecox
                 marcescit
                 ingenium
                 !
              
               
                 Invida
                 quippe
                 Natura
                 Juvenem
                 ,
              
               
                 Arte
                 senescentem
                 ,
                 corripuit
                 .
              
               
                 At
                 —
                 desine
                 tandem
              
               
                 Miserantis
                 quaerimoniae
                 :
              
               
                 Non
                 Omnis
                 moritur
                 ,
              
               
                 Vivunt
                 Symphoniae
                 immortales
                 .
              
               
                 Angelorum
                 Chori
                 Purcellum
                 stipantes
                 ,
              
               
                 Nectaris
                 immemores
                 ,
              
               
                 Mellitiores
                 istos
                 bibunt
                 Aure
                 sonos
                 :
              
               
                 Et
                 plaudentes
                 recinunt
                 .
              
               
                 Vivent
                 ,
                 in
                 aeternum
              
               
                 Aeternúmque
                 placebunt
                 .
              
               
                 Abi
                 ,
                 viator
                 ,
                 &
                 ,
                 si
                 Musicus
                 ,
                 aemulare
                 :
              
               
                 Sed
                 calcibus
                 humum
                 levitèr
                 preme
                 ,
              
               
                 No
                 nascentes
                 atteras
                 Rosas
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Johannes
                 Gilbert
                 
                   A.
                   M.
                
                 Coll.
                 Christ
                 .
                 Cantab.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               To
               the
               Memory
               of
               my
               Dear
               Friend
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Purcell
              
               .
            
             
               
                 MVSICK
                 ,
                 the
                 chiefest
                 Good
                 the
                 Gods
                 have
                 giv'n
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 what
                 below
                 still
                 antedates
                 our
                 Heav'n
                 ,
              
               
                 Just
                 like
                 a
                 Spirit
                 ,
                 by
                 a
                 lasting
                 Spell
                 ,
              
               
                 Consin'd
                 to
                 Italy
                 ,
                 did
                 Ages
                 dwell
                 .
              
               
                 Long
                 there
                 remain'd
                 a
                 pleas'd
                 &
                 welcom
                 Guest
                 ,
              
               
                 Lov'd
                 best
                 to
                 live
                 where
                 best
                 she
                 was
                 exprest
                 .
              
               
                 By
                 Glory
                 led
                 ,
                 at
                 length
                 to
                 France
                 she
                 came
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 there
                 immortaliz'd
                 great
                 
                 Luly's
                 Name
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 yet
                 a
                 Stranger
                 to
                 the
                 British
                 Shore
                 ,
              
               
                 Till
                 Lock
                 ,
                 and
                 Blow
                 ,
                 deep
                 learn'd
                 in
                 all
                 her
                 Lore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 happy
                 artfull
                 Gibbons
                 ,
                 forc't
                 her
                 o're
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 with
                 young
                 Humphries
                 she
                 acquainted
                 grew
                 ,
              
               
                 (
                 Our
                 first
                 reforming
                 Music
                 's
                 Richelieu
                 )
              
               
                 Who
                 dying
                 left
                 the
                 Goddess
                 all
                 to
                 You.
              
               
                 There
                 are
                 ,
                 I
                 own
                 ,
                 a
                 num'rous
                 tunefull
                 Throng
                 ,
              
               
                 Composing
                 still
                 ,
                 though
                 often
                 in
                 the
                 wrong
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 with
                 Old
                 Air
                 set
                 forth
                 a
                 fine
                 New
                 Song
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 to
                 thy
                 juster
                 Art
                 have
                 no
                 pretence
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 if
                 they
                 make
                 a
                 Tune
                 they
                 mar
                 the
                 Sense
                 .
              
               
                 If
                 sparkling
                 Air
                 the
                 taking
                 Treble
                 grace
                 ,
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 murder'd
                 quite
                 by
                 the
                 
                   Vngodly
                   Bass
                
                 .
              
               
                 These
                 to
                 old
                 
                 Morly's
                 Maxims
                 counter
                 run
                 ;
              
               
                 In
                 Overtures
                 rejoyce
                 ,
                 in
                 Jiggs
                 they
                 mourn
                 :
              
               
                 Whilst
                 their
                 too
                 great
                 Example
                 ,
                 Mighty
                 You
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 you
                 might
                 still
                 impartial
                 Justice
                 doe
                 ,
              
               
                 At
                 once
                 to
                 Music
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Muses
                 too
                 ;
              
               
                 Each
                 Syllable
                 first
                 weigh'd
                 ,
                 or
                 short
                 ,
                 or
                 long
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 it
                 might
                 too
                 be
                 Sense
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 Song
                 .
              
               
                 Where
                 e're
                 thy
                 well
                 known
                 Name
                 with
                 theirs
                 is
                 found
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 as
                 if
                 Cowley
                 ,
                 up
                 with
                 Quarles
                 were
                 bound
                 .
              
               
                 Purcell
                 !
                 the
                 Pride
                 and
                 Wonder
                 of
                 the
                 Age
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Glory
                 of
                 the
                 Temple
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Stage
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 I
                 thy
                 happy
                 Compositions
                 view
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Parts
                 so
                 proper
                 find
                 ,
                 the
                 Air
                 so
                 new
                 ,
              
               
                 Your
                 Cadence
                 just
                 ,
                 your
                 Accent
                 ever
                 true
                 ;
              
               
                 How
                 can
                 I
                 e're
                 enough
                 the
                 Man
                 admire
                 ,
              
               
                 Who
                 's
                 rais'd
                 the
                 British
                 o're
                 the
                 Thracian
                 Lyre
                 !
              
               
                 That
                 Bard
                 cou'd
                 make
                 the
                 Savage-kind
                 obey
                 ,
              
               
                 But
                 thou
                 hast
                 tam'd
                 yet
                 greater
                 Brutes
                 than
                 they
                 :
              
               
                 Who
                 e're
                 like
                 Purcell
                 cou'd
                 our
                 Passions
                 move
                 !
              
               
                 Who
                 ever
                 sang
                 so
                 feelingly
                 of
                 Love
                 !
              
               
                 When
                 Thyrsis
                 does
                 in
                 dying
                 Notes
                 complain
              
               
                 His
                 hapless
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 Phillis
                 cold
                 Disdain
                 ;
              
               
                 Brib'd
                 by
                 the
                 magic
                 Sounds
                 that
                 strike
                 the
                 Ear
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 Parties
                 turn
                 ,
                 and
                 blame
                 the
                 cruel
                 Fair
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 when
                 you
                 tune
                 your
                 Lyre
                 to
                 MartialLays
                 ,
              
               
                 In
                 Songs
                 Immortal
                 ,
                 Mortal
                 Hero's
                 Praise
                 ;
              
               
                 Each
                 Song
                 its
                 Hearers
                 does
                 to
                 Hero's
                 raise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Hail
                 !
                 and
                 for
                 ever
                 hail
                 Harmonious
                 Shade
                 !
              
               
                 I
                 lov'd
                 thee
                 Living
                 ,
                 and
                 admire
                 thee
                 Dead
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Apollo's
                 Harp
                 at
                 once
                 our
                 Souls
                 did
                 strike
                 ,
              
               
                 We
                 learnt
                 together
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 learnt
                 alike
                 :
              
               
                 Though
                 equal
                 care
                 our
                 Master
                 might
                 bestow
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 only
                 Purcell
                 e're
                 shall
                 equal
                 Blow
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 Thou
                 ,
                 by
                 Heaven
                 for
                 wondrous
                 things
                 design'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Left'st
                 thy
                 Companion
                 lagging
                 far
                 behind
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Sometimes
                 a
                 HERO
                 in
                 an
                 Age
                 appears
                 ;
              
               
                 But
                 scarce
                 a
                 PURCELL
                 in
                 a
                 Thousand
                 Years
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 By
                 H.
                 Hall
                 ,
                 Organist
                 of
                 Hereford
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
               To
               the
               Memory
               of
               his
               much
               lamented
               Friend
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Purcell
              
               .
               By
               
                 H.
                 P.
              
               
            
             
               
                 HArk
                 !
                 what
                 deep
                 Groans
                 torment
                 the
                 Air
                 ,
              
               
                 Is
                 Nature
                 sunk
                 into
                 Despair
                 ;
              
               
                 Or
                 does
                 the
                 trembling
                 Earth
                 descry
              
               
                 A
                 fit
                 of
                 Falling-Sickness
                 nigh
                 ?
              
               
                 O
                 my
                 Prophetick
                 Fears
                 !
                 he
                 's
                 gone
                 !
              
               
                 'T
                 was
                 Nature's
                 diapason'd
                 Groan
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Harmonious
                 Soul
                 !
                 took'st
                 thou
                 offence
              
               
                 At
                 Discords
                 here
                 ,
                 and
                 fled'st
                 from
                 hence
                 ?
              
               
                 Or
                 in
                 thy
                 Sacred
                 Raptures
                 hear
              
               
                 The
                 Musick
                 of
                 Heavens
                 warbling
                 Sphere
                 ?
              
               
                 Then
                 mounted
                 strait
                 where
                 Angels
                 sing
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Love
                 does
                 dance
                 on
                 every
                 String
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 For
                 Balms
                 thou
                 need'st
                 not
                 rob
                 the
                 East
                 ,
              
               
                 Nor
                 strip
                 the
                 Phoenix
                 Spicy
                 Nest
                 :
              
               
                 For
                 ,
                 O
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 thy
                 charming
                 Strains
              
               
                 Perfume
                 the
                 Skies
                 with
                 sweeter
                 Grains
                 .
              
               
                 Touch
                 but
                 thy
                 Lyre
                 the
                 Stones
                 will
                 come
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dance
                 themselves
                 into
                 a
                 Tomb.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
             
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               Table
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               SONGS
               .
            
             
               Note
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               That
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               Songs
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               †
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                 A.
                 
              
               
                 AH
                 how
                 sweet
                 it
                 is
                 to
                 love
                 Page
                 .
                 3
              
               
                 †
                 Ah
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 many
                 Deaths
                 179
              
               
                 †
                 Ah
                 Belinda
                 193
              
               
                 †
                 And
                 in
                 each
                 Track
                 of
                 Glory
                 208
              
               
                 As
                 soon
                 as
                 the
                 Chaos
                 228
              
            
             
               
                 B.
                 
              
               
                 Bess
                 of
                 Bedlam
                 126
              
               
                 †
                 Bacchus
                 is
                 a
                 Power
                 Divine
                 174
              
               
                 Blow
                 Boreas
                 ,
                 blow
                 185
              
               
                 Behold
                 the
                 Man
                 237
              
            
             
               
                 C.
                 
              
               
                 Celia
                 has
                 a
                 thousand
                 Charms
                 1
              
               
                 Cease
                 anxious
                 World
                 12
              
               
                 Cinthia
                 frowns
                 when
                 e'er
                 I
                 wo
                 her
                 70
              
               
                 Come
                 let
                 us
                 leave
                 the
                 Town
                 108
              
               
                 Celebrate
                 this
                 Festival
                 117
              
               
                 Celemene
                 ,
                 pray
                 tell
                 me
                 216
              
            
             
               
                 D.
                 
              
               
                 Dear
                 ,
                 pretty
                 Touth
                 79
              
               
                 Dulcibella
                 199
              
            
             
               
                 F.
                 
              
               
                 †
                 For
                 Love
                 ev'ry
                 Creature
                 45
              
               
                 Fairest
                 Isle
                 of
                 Isles
                 excelling
                 83
              
               
                 From
                 Rosie
                 Bow'rs
                 ,
                 where
                 sleeps
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Love
                 90
              
               
                 Fair
                 Cloe
                 my
                 Breast
                 so
                 alarms
                 137
              
               
                 Fly
                 swift
                 ye
                 Hours
                 181
              
               
                 †
                 From
                 folded
                 Flocks
                 213
              
            
             
               
                 G.
                 
              
               
                 †
                 Gentle
                 Shepherds
                 ,
                 you
                 that
                 know
                 72
              
            
             
               
                 H.
                 
              
               
                 How
                 pleasant
                 is
                 this
                 flow'ry
                 Plain
                 19
              
               
                 †
                 Here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Dick
                 57
              
               
                 Hark
                 my
                 Daridcar
                 148
              
               
                 Here
                 the
                 Deities
                 approve
                 227
              
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 If
                 Musick
                 be
                 the
                 Food
                 of
                 Love
                 6
              
               
                 I
                 look'd
                 and
                 saw
                 within
                 the
                 Book
                 of
                 Fate
                 10
              
               
                 I
                 see
                 ,
                 I
                 see
                 she
                 flies
                 me
                 33
              
               
                 †
                 I
                 came
                 ,
                 and
                 saw
                 ,
                 and
                 was
                 undone
                 67
              
               
                 †
                 If
                 Prayers
                 and
                 Tears
                 the
                 Church
                 of
                 England
                 98
              
               
                 In
                 vain
                 ,
                 in
                 vain
                 against
                 Love
                 102
              
               
                 I
                 'll
                 sail
                 upon
                 the
                 Dog-star
                 122
              
               
                 I
                 attempt
                 from
                 Love-Sickness
                 226
              
            
             
               
                 L.
                 
              
               
                 Leave
                 these
                 useless
                 Arts
                 37
              
               
                 Love
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 of
                 humane
                 Joys
                 39
              
               
                 Lucinda
                 is
                 bewitching
                 fair
                 88
              
               
                 Lost
                 is
                 my
                 Quiet
                 110
              
               
                 †
                 Love
                 arms
                 himself
                 in
                 
                 Celia's
                 Eyes
                 131
              
               
                 Lovely
                 Albina
                 133
              
               
                 Let
                 
                   Hector
                   ,
                   Achilles
                
                 162
              
               
                 †
                 Let
                 Caesar
                 and
                 Urania
                 live
                 203
              
               
                 Love
                 thou
                 canst
                 hear
                 219
              
               
                 Let
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 Engines
                 243
              
            
             
               
                 N.
                 
              
               
                 No
                 ,
                 Resistance
                 is
                 in
                 vain
                 155
              
               
                 Nestor
                 who
                 did
                 210
              
               
                 Now
                 the
                 Maids
                 and
                 the
                 Men
                 232
              
            
             
               
                 O.
                 
              
               
                 Oh
                 Lead
                 me
                 ,
                 lead
                 me
                 84
              
               
                 Oh
                 Solitude
                 my
                 sweetest
                 Choice
                 95
              
               
                 †
                 O
                 let
                 me
                 weep
                 194
              
            
             
               
                 S.
                 
              
               
                 Soft
                 Notes
                 and
                 gently
                 rais'd
                 15
              
               
                 †
                 Seek
                 not
                 to
                 know
                 what
                 must
                 not
                 be
                 reveal'd
                 29
              
               
                 †
                 Sweeter
                 than
                 Roses
                 86
              
               
                 She
                 loves
                 and
                 she
                 confesses
                 too
                 124
              
               
                 †
                 Stript
                 of
                 their
                 Green
                 129
              
               
                 Sing
                 all
                 ye
                 Muses
                 141
              
               
                 Sound
                 a
                 Parley
                 159
              
               
                 Since
                 the
                 Times
                 are
                 so
                 bad
                 168
              
               
                 †
                 Strike
                 the
                 Viol
                 ,
                 touch
                 the
                 Lute
                 189
              
               
                 Since
                 from
                 my
                 dear
                 190
              
               
                 See
                 where
                 repenting
                 Celia
                 lies
                 191
              
               
                 See
                 how
                 the
                 fading
                 Glories
                 223
              
            
             
               
                 T.
                 
              
               
                 The
                 Cares
                 of
                 Lovers
                 9
              
               
                 Two
                 Daughters
                 of
                 this
                 aged
                 Streams
                 35
              
               
                 Though
                 my
                 Mistress
                 be
                 42
              
               
                 Tell
                 me
                 why
                 my
                 charming
                 Fair
                 62
              
               
                 They
                 say
                 you
                 're
                 angry
                 81
              
               
                 There
                 ne'er
                 was
                 so
                 wretched
                 a
                 Lover
                 112
              
               
                 This
                 Poet
                 sings
                 the
                 Trojan
                 Wars
                 119
              
               
                 †
                 Thy
                 Genius
                 lo
                 from
                 his
                 sweet
                 Bed
                 of
                 Rest
                 135
              
               
                 †
                 This
                 Nature's
                 Voice
                 177
              
            
             
               
                 W.
                 
              
               
                 Whilst
                 I
                 with
                 Grief
                 did
                 on
                 you
                 look
                 4
              
               
                 When
                 Teucer
                 from
                 his
                 Father
                 fled
                 47
              
               
                 When
                 first
                 I
                 saw
                 the
                 bright
                 
                 Aurelia's
                 Eyes
                 76
              
               
                 When
                 Myra
                 sings
                 104
              
               
                 †
                 What
                 a
                 sad
                 Fate
                 165
              
               
                 Were
                 I
                 to
                 chuse
                 the
                 greatest
                 Bliss
                 206
              
            
             
               
                 Y.
                 
              
               
                 You
                 twice
                 Ten
                 Hundred
                 Deities
                 25
              
               
                 You
                 say
                 't
                 is
                 Love
                 creates
                 the
                 Pain
                 52
              
            
          
           
             
             
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                 CE╌lia
                 has
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                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thou╌sand
                 ,
                 Charmes
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 Heav'n
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Heav'n
                 to
                 lye
                 with╌in
                 —
                 her
                 Armes
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                 while
                 I
                 stand
                 gazing
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                 Face
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                 some
                 new
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                 grace
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                 fills
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                 Magick
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                 place
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                 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
                 place
                 to
                 
                 
                 let
                 us
                 know
                 ,
                 how
                 beau╌ti╌full
                 the
                 World
                 at
                 first
                 was
                 made
                 ,
                 e're
                 Mankind
                 by
                 Am╌bition
                 was
                 be╌tray'd
                 .
                 The
                 hap╌py
                 Swain
                 in
                 these
                 e╌na╌mell'd
                 Fields
                 ,
                 pos╌sesses
                 all
                 the
                 Good
                 ,
                 possesses
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 Good
                 that
                 Plenty
                 yields
                 ;
                 pure
                 without
                 mixture
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 first
                 did
                 come
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 great
                 Trea╌su╌ry
                 of
                 Nature's
                 Womb
                 ;
                 free
                 from
                 Di╌sturbance
                 here
                 he
                 lives
                 at
                 case
                 ,
                 contented
                 with
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 Flock's
                 encrease
                 ,
                 and
                 cover'd
                 with
                 the
                 gen╌tle
                 Wings
                 of
                 Peace
                 .
                 No
                 Fears
                 ,
                 no
                 Storms
                 of
                 War
                 his
                 Thoughts
                 mo╌lest
                 
                 
                 Ambition
                 is
                 a
                 stranger
                 to
                 his
                 Breast
                 ;
                 his
                 Sheep
                 ,
                 his
                 Crook
                 ,
                 and
                 Pipe
                 ,
                 are
                 all
                 his
                 Store
                 ,
                 he
                 needs
                 not
                 ,
                 neither
                 does
                 he
                 cover
                 more
                 .
                 Oft
                 to
                 the
                 si╌lent
                 Groves
                 he
                 does
                 retreat
                 ,
                 whose
                 Shades
                 de╌fend
                 him
                 from
                 the
                 scor╌ching
                 Heat
                 :
                 In
                 these
                 Re╌ces╌ses
                 unconcern'd
                 he
                 lyes
                 ,
                 whilst
                 thro'
                 the
                 Boughs
                 the
                 whisp'╌ring
                 Zephire
                 flies
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Woods
                 Choristers
                 on
                 ev'ry
                 Tree
                 ,
                 lull
                 him
                 asleep
                 ,
                 lull
                 him
                 asleep
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 swee╌t
                 Har╌money
                 .
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   in
                   Five
                   Parts
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Ah
                   happy
                   ,
                   happy
                   ,
                   hap╌py
                   Life
                   !
                   Ah
                   happy
                   ,
                   happy
                   ,
                   happy
                   ,
                   ah
                   hap╌py
                   Life
                   !
                   Ah
                   blest
                   Re╌
                
                 
                   Ah
                   happy
                   ,
                   happy
                   ,
                   hap╌py
                   Life
                   !
                   Ah
                   happy
                   ,
                   happy
                   ,
                   happy
                   ,
                   ah
                   hap╌py
                   Life
                   !
                   Ah
                   blest
                   Re╌
                
                 
                   ╌treat
                   ,
                   void
                   of
                   the
                   Troubles
                   ,
                   the
                   Troubles
                   ,
                   that
                   attend
                   the
                   Great
                   !
                   From
                   Pride
                   ,
                   and
                   courtly
                   Fol╌lies
                
                 
                   ╌treat
                   ,
                   void
                   of
                   the
                   Troubles
                   ,
                   the
                   Troubles
                   ,
                   that
                   attend
                   the
                   Great
                   !
                   From
                   Pride
                   ,
                   and
                   courtly
                   Follies
                
                 
                 
                 
                   free
                   ,
                   from
                   all
                   their
                   gaudy
                   ,
                   gau╌dy
                   Pomps
                   ,
                   and
                   Va╌ni╌ty
                   :
                   No
                   guilty
                   Re╌
                
                 
                   free
                   ,
                   from
                   all
                   their
                   gau╌dy
                   Pomps
                   ,
                   and
                   Va╌ni╌ty
                   :
                   No
                   guilty
                   Re╌
                
                 
                   ╌morse
                   does
                   their
                   Pleasure
                   an╌noy
                   ,
                   nor
                   di╌sturb
                   the
                   De╌lights
                   of
                   their
                   in╌nocent
                   Joy.
                   Crown'd
                
                 
                   ╌morse
                   does
                   their
                   Pleasure
                   an╌noy
                   ,
                   nor
                   di╌sturb
                   the
                   De╌lights
                   of
                   their
                   in╌nocent
                   Joy.
                   
                
                 
                 
                 
                   Monarchs
                   ,
                   whom
                   Ci╌ties
                   and
                   Kingdoms
                   o╌bey
                   ,
                   whom
                   Ci╌ties
                   and
                   Kingdoms
                   o╌bey
                   ,
                   are
                   not
                
                 
                   Crown'd
                   Monarchs
                   ,
                   whom
                   Ci╌ties
                   and
                   Kingdoms
                   o╌bey
                   ,
                   whom
                   Kingdoms
                   o╌bey
                   ,
                   are
                   not
                
                 
                   half
                   so
                   con╌ten╌ted
                   ,
                   are
                   not
                   half
                   so
                   con╌ten╌ted
                   ,
                   or
                   hap╌py
                   as
                   they
                   .
                
                 
                   half
                   so
                   con╌ten╌ted
                   ,
                   are
                   not
                   half
                   so
                   con╌ten╌ted
                   ,
                   or
                   hap╌py
                   as
                   they
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 Conjurers
                 Song
                 in
                 the
                 3d.
                 Act
                 of
                 the
                 Indian-Queen
                 .
              
               
                 
                 YOU
                 twice
                 ten
                 hundred
                 De╌i╌ties
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 ,
                 to
                 whom
                 we
                 daily
                 Sacrifice
                 ;
                 Ye
                 pow'rs
                 ,
                 ye
                 pow'rs
                 that
                 dwell
                 with
                 Fates
                 below
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 what
                 Men
                 are
                 doom'd
                 to
                 doe
                 ;
                 where
                 Elements
                 in
                 dis╌cord
                 dwell
                 ,
                 thou
                 God
                 of
                 sleep
                 a╌ri╌se
                 and
                 tell
                 ;
                 tell
                 great
                 Zempoalla
                 ,
                 what
                 strange
                 ,
                 strange
                 Fate
                 must
                 on
                 her
                 dis╌mall
                 ,
                 dis╌mall
                 Vi╌sion
                 wait
                 .
                 By
                 the
                 croaking
                 of
                 the
                 Toad
                 ,
                 in
                 their
                 Caves
                 that
                 make
                 a╌bode
                 ;
                 by
                 the
                 Croaking
                 of
                 the
                 Toad
                 ,
                 
                 
                 in
                 their
                 Caves
                 that
                 make
                 a╌bode
                 ;
                 Earthy
                 Dun
                 ,
                 Earthy
                 Dun
                 that
                 pa╌nts
                 for
                 breath
                 ,
                 with
                 her
                 swe╌ll'd
                 sides
                 full
                 ,
                 fu╌ll
                 ,
                 fu╌ll
                 of
                 death
                 ;
                 By
                 the
                 Crested
                 Adders
                 Pride
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 Crested
                 Adders
                 Pride
                 ,
                 that
                 a╌long
                 the
                 Cliffs
                 doe
                 gli╌de
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 Visage
                 ,
                 by
                 thy
                 Visage
                 feir╌ce
                 and
                 black
                 ,
                 by
                 thy
                 Deaths
                 Head
                 on
                 thy
                 
                 
                 back
                 ;
                 by
                 thy
                 twis╌ted
                 Ser╌pents
                 plac'd
                 ,
                 for
                 a
                 Girdle
                 rou╌nd
                 thy
                 Wast
                 ;
                 by
                 the
                 Hearts
                 of
                 Gold
                 that
                 deck
                 thy
                 Breast
                 ,
                 thy
                 Shoulders
                 and
                 thy
                 Neck
                 ;
                 from
                 thy
                 Sleep╌ing
                 Mansion
                 rise
                 ,
                 and
                 open
                 ,
                 and
                 open
                 thy
                 un╌will╌ing
                 Eyes
                 .
                 While
                 bubbling
                 Springs
                 their
                 Mu╌sick
                 keep
                 ,
                 while
                 bubbling
                 Springs
                 their
                 Mu╌sick
                 keep
                 ,
                 that
                 use
                 to
                 Lull
                 thee
                 ,
                 use
                 to
                 Lull
                 thee
                 ,
                 Lull
                 thee
                 in
                 thy
                 
                 
                 Sleep
                 ,
                 that
                 use
                 to
                 Lull
                 thee
                 ,
                 Lull
                 thee
                 ,
                 Lull
                 thee
                 ,
                 use
                 to
                 Lull
                 thee
                 ,
                 Lull
                 thee
                 in
                 thy
                 Sleep
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Song
                 with
                 Hautboys
                 .
              
               
                 SYmphony
                 for
                 HAUTBOYS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                 
                 
                   (
                   Hautboy
                   .
                   )
                
                 
                   (
                   Voice
                   )
                
                 SEEK
                 not
                 to
                 know
                 what
                 must
                 not
                 ,
                 what
                 must
                 not
                 ,
                 must
                 not
                 be
                 Re╌veal'd
                 ;
                 Joy╌s
                 on╌ly
                 flo╌w
                 where
                 Fate
                 is
                 most
                 con╌ceal'd
                 ;
                 too
                 bu╌sy
                 Man
                 
                 
                 too
                 bu╌sy
                 Man
                 wou'd
                 find
                 his
                 sor╌rows
                 more
                 ,
                 if
                 fu╌ture
                 For╌tunes
                 he
                 shou'd
                 know
                 be╌fore
                 :
                 for
                 by
                 that
                 knowledge
                 ,
                 for
                 by
                 that
                 know╌ledge
                 of
                 his
                 Destiny
                 ,
                 he
                 wou'd
                 not
                 ,
                 wou'd
                 not
                 live
                 at
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 al╌ways
                 dye
                 ;
                 Enquire
                 not
                 then
                 ,
                 who
                 ,
                 who
                 shall
                 from
                 Bonds
                 be
                 freed
                 ,
                 who
                 't
                 is
                 shall
                 wear
                 a
                 
                 
                 Crown
                 ,
                 or
                 who
                 shall
                 Bleed
                 ,
                 shall
                 Bleed
                 :
                 All
                 ,
                 all
                 must
                 sub╌mit
                 ,
                 all
                 must
                 sub╌mit
                 to
                 their
                 ap╌poin╌ted
                 Doom
                 ,
                 Fate
                 and
                 mis
                 ▪
                 ╌fortune
                 will
                 too
                 ,
                 too
                 quick
                 ,
                 quick╌ly
                 come
                 ;
                 Let
                 me
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 with
                 power╌full
                 Charms
                 be
                 prest
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 forbid
                 by
                 Fate
                 ,
                 
                 
                 I
                 am
                 forbid
                 by
                 Fate
                 to
                 tell
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 the
                 rest
                 :
                 Let
                 me
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 with
                 power╌full
                 Charms
                 be
                 prest
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 for╌bid
                 by
                 Fate
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 for╌bid
                 by
                 Fate
                 to
                 tell
                 ,
                 to
                 tell
                 the
                 rest
                 .
                 
                 
                 I
                 See
                 ,
                 I
                 see
                 she
                 fly's
                 me
                 ,
                 she
                 fly's
                 me
                 ;
                 I
                 see
                 ,
                 I
                 see
                 she
                 fly's
                 me
                 ,
                 she
                 fly's
                 me
                 ,
                 fl╌y's
                 me
                 ,
                 she
                 fly's
                 me
                 ev'ry
                 where
                 ,
                 she
                 fly's
                 me
                 ev'ry
                 where
                 ;
                 her
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 her
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 her
                 Scorn
                 ,
                 her
                 Scorn
                 dis╌covers
                 ,
                 but
                 what
                 's
                 her
                 Scorn
                 ,
                 but
                 what
                 's
                 her
                 Scorn
                 or
                 my
                 Des╌pair
                 ,
                 since
                 't
                 is
                 my
                 Fate
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 my
                 Fate
                 ,
                 since
                 't
                 is
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 my
                 Fate
                 ,
                 since
                 't
                 is
                 my
                 Fate
                 to
                 Love
                 her
                 ,
                 since
                 't
                 is
                 my
                 
                 
                 Fate
                 to
                 Love
                 her
                 ?
                 Were
                 she
                 but
                 kind
                 ,
                 kind
                 ,
                 were
                 she
                 but
                 kind
                 ,
                 kind
                 ,
                 whom
                 I
                 a╌dore
                 ,
                 I
                 might
                 live
                 lon╌ger
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 Lo╌ve
                 more
                 ;
                 were
                 she
                 but
                 kind
                 ,
                 kind
                 ,
                 were
                 she
                 but
                 kind
                 ,
                 kind
                 ,
                 whom
                 I
                 a╌dore
                 ;
                 I
                 might
                 live
                 lon╌ger
                 ,
                 live
                 lon╌ger
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 Lo╌ve
                 her
                 more
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 in
                 King
                 Arthur
                 .
              
               
                 
                 TWo
                 Daughters
                 of
                 this
                 A╌ged
                 stream
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 Two
                 Daughters
                 of
                 this
                 A╌ged
                 stream
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 Two
                 Daughters
                 two
                 Daughters
                 of
                 this
                 A╌ged
                 strea╌m
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 and
                 of
                 this
                 A╌ged
                 stream
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 two
                 Daughters
                 of
                 this
                 A╌ged
                 stream
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 both
                 our
                 Sea╌green
                 Locks
                 have
                 comb'd
                 ,
                 and
                 both
                 our
                 Sea╌green
                 Locks
                 have
                 comb'd
                 ,
                 have
                 and
                 both
                 our
                 Sea╌green
                 Locks
                 have
                 comb'd
                 for
                 yee
                 ,
                 and
                 both
                 our
                 Sea╌green
                 Locks
                 have
                 comb'd
                 for
                 yee
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Bathe
                 with
                 us
                 an
                 Hour
                 or
                 two
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 comb'd
                 for
                 yee
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Bathe
                 with
                 us
                 an
                 Hour
                 or
                 two
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 
                 
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Na╌ked
                 in
                 for
                 we
                 are
                 so
                 ,
                 what
                 danger
                 ,
                 what
                 dan╌ger
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Na╌ked
                 in
                 for
                 we
                 are
                 so
                 ,
                 what
                 dan╌ger
                 fro╌m
                 from
                 a
                 Na╌ked
                 Foe
                 ?
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Bathe
                 with
                 us
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Bathe
                 a
                 Na╌ked
                 Foe
                 ?
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Bathe
                 with
                 us
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 Bathe
                 and
                 share
                 what
                 Plea╌sures
                 in
                 the
                 Floods
                 ap╌pear
                 ;
                 we
                 'll
                 and
                 share
                 what
                 Plea╌sures
                 in
                 the
                 Floods
                 ap╌pear
                 ;
                 we
                 'll
                 beat
                 the
                 beat
                 the
                 Waters
                 till
                 they
                 bound
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 beat
                 the
                 Waters
                 till
                 they
                 bound
                 ,
                 and
                 cir╌cle
                 Waters
                 till
                 they
                 bound
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 beat
                 the
                 Waters
                 till
                 they
                 bound
                 ,
                 and
                 cir╌cle
                 
                 
                 roun╌d
                 ,
                 and
                 cir╌cle
                 roun╌d
                 ,
                 and
                 cir╌cle
                 roun╌d
                 ,
                 and
                 cir╌cle
                 round
                 .
                 roun╌d
                 ,
                 and
                 cir╌cle
                 round
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 ,
                 in
                 Epsome-Wells
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LEave
                 ,
                 leave
                 these
                 useless
                 Arts
                 ,
                 leave
                 ,
                 leave
                 these
                 use╌less
                 Arts
                 in
                 loving
                 ;
                 seeming
                 Leave
                 ,
                 leave
                 these
                 useless
                 Arts
                 ,
                 leave
                 ,
                 leave
                 these
                 useless
                 Arts
                 in
                 loving
                 ;
                 an╌ger
                 and
                 dis╌dain
                 :
                 seeming
                 an╌ger
                 and
                 dis╌dain
                 :
                 
                 
                 Trust
                 ,
                 trust
                 to
                 Nature
                 ,
                 gently
                 ,
                 gently
                 ,
                 gently
                 mo╌ving
                 ,
                 Nature
                 Trust
                 ,
                 trust
                 to
                 Nature
                 ,
                 gently
                 ,
                 gently
                 ,
                 gent╌ly
                 mo╌ving
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 ne╌ver
                 pleads
                 in
                 Nature
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 ne╌ver
                 ,
                 ne╌ver
                 ,
                 ne╌ver
                 pleads
                 in
                 vain
                 ;
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 guides
                 a
                 Lovers
                 passion
                 ,
                 nothing
                 guides
                 a
                 Lo╌vers
                 passion
                 ,
                 like
                 ,
                 vain
                 ;
                 nothing
                 ,
                 no╌thing
                 guides
                 a
                 Lovers
                 passion
                 ,
                 nothing
                 guides
                 a
                 Lovers
                 passion
                 ,
                 like
                 ,
                 like
                 the
                 Fair
                 ones
                 in╌cli╌nation
                 ,
                 like
                 the
                 Fair
                 ones
                 in╌cli╌na╌tion
                 .
                 like
                 the
                 Fair
                 ones
                 in╌cli╌nation
                 ,
                 like
                 the
                 Fair
                 ones
                 in╌cli╌na╌tion
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 LOve
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 ,
                 Love
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 ,
                 Love
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 of
                 Humane
                 joys
                 ;
                 our
                 Love
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 ,
                 Love
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 ,
                 thou
                 art
                 best
                 of
                 Humane
                 joys
                 ;
                 chief╌est
                 ,
                 chief╌est
                 ,
                 chief╌est
                 hap╌pi╌ness
                 be╌low
                 ;
                 our
                 chief╌est
                 ,
                 chief╌est
                 hap╌pi╌ness
                 be╌low
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 o╌ther
                 Pleasures
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 o╌ther
                 ,
                 all
                 o╌ther
                 Pleasures
                 are
                 but
                 Toys
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 o╌ther
                 Pleasures
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 o╌ther
                 Pleasures
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 o╌ther
                 Pleasures
                 are
                 but
                 Toys
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 but
                 Toys
                 ,
                 Musick
                 without
                 that
                 is
                 but
                 Noi╌se
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 but
                 Toys
                 ,
                 Musick
                 with╌out
                 
                 
                 And
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 but
                 Noi╌se
                 ;
                 And
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 and
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 Beauty
                 but
                 an
                 empty
                 show
                 ,
                 but
                 an
                 empty
                 show
                 .
                 Heaven
                 who
                 knew
                 best
                 what
                 Men
                 Beauty
                 but
                 an
                 empty
                 show
                 ,
                 but
                 an
                 emp╌ty
                 show
                 .
                 Heaven
                 who
                 knew
                 best
                 what
                 Men
                 cou'd
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 cou'd
                 move
                 ,
                 and
                 raise
                 his
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 and
                 raise
                 his
                 cou'd
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 cou'd
                 move
                 ,
                 and
                 raise
                 his
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 and
                 raise
                 his
                 thoughts
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 Brute
                 ;
                 said
                 let
                 him
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 be
                 ,
                 said
                 let
                 him
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 thoughts
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 Brute
                 ;
                 said
                 let
                 him
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 be
                 ,
                 said
                 let
                 him
                 ,
                 let
                 him
                 be
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 
                 let
                 him
                 Love
                 ;
                 That
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 alone
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 must
                 his
                 let
                 him
                 Love
                 ;
                 That
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 that
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 alone
                 ,
                 must
                 his
                 Soul
                 improve
                 ;
                 How╌e're
                 Phi╌lo╌so╌phers
                 dis╌pute
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 Soul
                 improve
                 ;
                 How╌e're
                 Phi╌lo╌so╌phers
                 dis╌pute
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 ,
                 that
                 alone
                 ,
                 that
                 alone
                 ,
                 must
                 his
                 Soul
                 improve
                 ;
                 How╌e're
                 Phi╌
                 that
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 that
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 that
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 must
                 his
                 Soul
                 improve
                 ;
                 How╌e're
                 Phi╌
                 ╌
                 lo╌so╌phers
                 dis╌pute
                 ╌
                 lo╌so╌phers
                 dis╌pute
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THough
                 my
                 Mistress
                 be
                 Fair
                 ,
                 yet
                 froward
                 ,
                 yet
                 froward
                 she
                 's
                 too
                 ,
                 then
                 hang
                 the
                 dull
                 Tho'
                 my
                 Mistress
                 be
                 Fair
                 ,
                 yet
                 frow╌ard
                 she
                 's
                 too
                 ,
                 then
                 Soul
                 ,
                 then
                 hang
                 the
                 dull
                 Soul
                 ,
                 that
                 will
                 offer
                 ,
                 will
                 of╌fer
                 to
                 Woo
                 ;
                 but
                 't
                 is
                 Wine
                 ,
                 brave
                 hang
                 the
                 dull
                 Soul
                 ,
                 then
                 hang
                 the
                 dull
                 Soul
                 ,
                 that
                 will
                 offer
                 to
                 Woe
                 ;
                 but
                 't
                 is
                 Wine
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Liquor
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Liquor
                 ,
                 good
                 Liquor
                 ,
                 that
                 's
                 much
                 more
                 sublime
                 ,
                 much
                 bris╌ker
                 Wine
                 ,
                 brave
                 Wine
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Liquor
                 ,
                 good
                 Liquor
                 that
                 's
                 much
                 more
                 sublime
                 ,
                 much
                 brisker
                 and
                 quicker
                 ,
                 much
                 ,
                 much
                 ,
                 much
                 bris╌ker
                 and
                 quicker
                 ;
                 it
                 in
                 Sparkles
                 smiles
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 quicker
                 ,
                 much
                 ,
                 much
                 ,
                 much
                 bris╌ker
                 and
                 quicker
                 ;
                 it
                 in
                 Sparkles
                 smiles
                 on
                 me
                 ,
                 
                 
                 tho'
                 she
                 frown
                 up╌on
                 me
                 :
                 Then
                 with
                 Laugh╌ing
                 and
                 tho'
                 she
                 frown
                 up╌on
                 me
                 :
                 Then
                 with
                 Laugh╌ing
                 and
                 Quaffing
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 Time
                 and
                 Age
                 be╌guile
                 ,
                 owe
                 my
                 Pimples
                 and
                 Wrinkles
                 ,
                 owe
                 my
                 Pimples
                 and
                 Quaffing
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 Time
                 and
                 Age
                 be╌guile
                 ,
                 owe
                 my
                 Pimples
                 and
                 Wrinkles
                 ,
                 owe
                 my
                 Pimples
                 and
                 Wrinkles
                 ,
                 to
                 my
                 Drink
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Smile
                 .
                 Come
                 fill
                 up
                 ,
                 come
                 fill
                 up
                 my
                 Glass
                 ,
                 and
                 Wrinkles
                 ,
                 to
                 my
                 Drink
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Smile
                 .
                 Come
                 fill
                 up
                 my
                 Glass
                 ,
                 come
                 fill
                 up
                 my
                 Glass
                 ,
                 and
                 a╌pox
                 on
                 her
                 Face
                 ;
                 may
                 it
                 never
                 want
                 Scars
                 and
                 Scratches
                 ,
                 may
                 it
                 never
                 want
                 Scars
                 and
                 a╌pox
                 on
                 her
                 Face
                 ;
                 may
                 it
                 never
                 ,
                 may
                 it
                 never
                 want
                 Scars
                 ,
                 want
                 Scars
                 and
                 
                 
                 Scratches
                 ,
                 Wash
                 ,
                 Paint
                 and
                 Patches
                 :
                 Give
                 me
                 all
                 my
                 Drink╌ing
                 Maga╌zine
                 ,
                 Scratches
                 ,
                 Wash
                 ,
                 Paint
                 and
                 Patches
                 :
                 Give
                 me
                 all
                 my
                 Drink╌ing
                 Ma╌ga╌zine
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 blo╌w
                 up
                 the
                 Scornfull
                 Quean
                 ;
                 give
                 me
                 Bottles
                 and
                 Give
                 me
                 all
                 ,
                 I
                 'll
                 blo╌w
                 up
                 the
                 Scornfull
                 Quean
                 ;
                 give
                 me
                 Jugs
                 ,
                 and
                 Glas╌ses
                 and
                 Mugs
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 hug
                 'em
                 and
                 tug
                 'em
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 hug
                 'em
                 and
                 Bottles
                 and
                 Jugs
                 ,
                 and
                 Glasses
                 and
                 Mugs
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 hug
                 'em
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 hug
                 'em
                 and
                 tug
                 e'm
                 ,
                 and
                 Court
                 'em
                 much
                 more
                 ,
                 than
                 e're
                 I
                 did
                 the
                 pee╌vish
                 Girl
                 be╌fore
                 ,
                 tug
                 'em
                 ,
                 and
                 Court
                 'em
                 much
                 more
                 ,
                 than
                 e're
                 I
                 did
                 the
                 pee╌vish
                 Girl
                 be╌fore
                 ,
                 
                 
                 than
                 e're
                 I
                 did
                 ,
                 than
                 e're
                 I
                 did
                 the
                 pee╌vish
                 than
                 e're
                 I
                 did
                 the
                 pe╌vish
                 Gir╌l
                 Girl
                 be╌fore
                 .
                 be╌fore
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 FOr
                 Love
                 ev'ry
                 Creature
                 is
                 form'd
                 ,
                 for
                 For
                 Love
                 ev'ry
                 Creature
                 is
                 form'd
                 by
                 his
                 Nature
                 ,
                 for
                 Love
                 ev'ry
                 Creature
                 is
                 Love
                 ev'ry
                 Creature
                 ,
                 for
                 Love
                 ev'ry
                 Creature
                 is
                 form'd
                 by
                 his
                 Nature
                 :
                 form'd
                 ,
                 for
                 Love
                 ev╌'ry
                 Creature
                 is
                 form'd
                 ,
                 is
                 form'd
                 by
                 his
                 Nature
                 :
                 
                 
                 No
                 Joy╌es
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 plea╌sures
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Joys
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 plea╌sures
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 no
                 Joys
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 no
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 no
                 Joys
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 pleasures
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 Joy╌es
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Joy╌es
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 ,
                 Joys
                 are
                 above
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Joys
                 are
                 above
                 the
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 the
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 the
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Joys
                 are
                 a╌bove
                 the
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 the
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 the
                 
                 
                 pleasures
                 of
                 Love.
                 pleasures
                 of
                 Love.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WHen
                 Teucer
                 from
                 his
                 Fa╌ther
                 fled
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 the
                 Shore
                 of
                 Sa╌la╌mine
                 ;
                 when
                 When
                 Teu╌cer
                 from
                 his
                 Fa╌ther
                 fled
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 the
                 Shore
                 ,
                 and
                 Teu╌cer
                 from
                 his
                 Fa╌ther
                 fled
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 the
                 Shore
                 of
                 Sa╌la╌mine
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 the
                 Shore
                 of
                 Sa╌la╌mine
                 ;
                 when
                 Teucer
                 from
                 his
                 Fa╌ther
                 fled
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 the
                 Shore
                 of
                 Sa╌la╌mine
                 ;
                 with
                 a
                 Poplar
                 Wreath
                 he
                 crown'd
                 his
                 from
                 the
                 Shore
                 of
                 Sa╌la╌mine
                 ;
                 with
                 a
                 Poplar
                 Wreath
                 he
                 
                 
                 Head
                 ,
                 that
                 glow'd
                 with
                 the
                 warmth
                 of
                 ge╌ne╌rous
                 Wine
                 ;
                 crown'd
                 his
                 Head
                 ,
                 that
                 glow'd
                 with
                 the
                 warmth
                 of
                 ge╌ne╌rous
                 Wine
                 ;
                 and
                 thus
                 to
                 his
                 and
                 thus
                 to
                 his
                 droo╌ping
                 Friends
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 to
                 his
                 droo╌ping
                 Friends
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 to
                 his
                 droo╌ping
                 droo╌ping
                 Freinds
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 Chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 chear
                 up
                 my
                 Friends
                 he
                 said
                 ,
                 Chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 your
                 Anchors
                 weigh
                 ;
                 tho'
                 Fate
                 our
                 Native
                 Soil
                 de╌bar
                 ,
                 chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 your
                 Anchors
                 weigh
                 ;
                 tho'
                 Fate
                 our
                 Native
                 Soil
                 de╌bar
                 ,
                 
                 
                 Chance
                 is
                 a
                 better
                 ,
                 better
                 Father
                 far
                 ,
                 Chance
                 is
                 a
                 better
                 ,
                 better
                 Father
                 far
                 ;
                 Chance
                 is
                 a
                 better
                 ,
                 better
                 Father
                 far
                 ,
                 Chance
                 is
                 a
                 better
                 ,
                 better
                 and
                 a
                 bet╌ter
                 Country
                 ,
                 a
                 bet╌ter
                 ,
                 better
                 Country
                 is
                 the
                 Sea
                 :
                 Father
                 far
                 ;
                 and
                 a
                 bet╌ter
                 Country
                 ,
                 a
                 better
                 Country
                 is
                 the
                 Sea
                 :
                 Then
                 chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 then
                 chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 your
                 Anchors
                 Then
                 chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 then
                 chear
                 up
                 my
                 Hearts
                 ,
                 your
                 Anchor
                 .
                 weigh
                 .
                 Come
                 Plo╌w
                 ,
                 my
                 Mates
                 ,
                 come
                 Plo╌w
                 weigh
                 .
                 Come
                 Plo╌w
                 ,
                 my
                 Mates
                 ,
                 come
                 Plo╌w
                 ,
                 
                 
                 my
                 Mates
                 ,
                 the
                 wa╌try
                 ,
                 wa╌try
                 way
                 ,
                 and
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 and
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 fear
                 not
                 my
                 Mates
                 ,
                 the
                 wa╌try
                 ,
                 wa╌try
                 way
                 ,
                 and
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 and
                 fear
                 not
                 ,
                 fear
                 not
                 un╌der
                 my
                 Command
                 ;
                 we
                 that
                 have
                 known
                 ,
                 have
                 known
                 the
                 worst
                 ,
                 we
                 that
                 have
                 under
                 my
                 Command
                 ;
                 we
                 that
                 have
                 known
                 ,
                 have
                 known
                 the
                 worst
                 ,
                 we
                 that
                 have
                 known
                 the
                 worst
                 at
                 Land
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 morrow's
                 Dawn
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 morrow's
                 Dawn
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 An╌chor
                 known
                 the
                 worst
                 at
                 Land
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 morrow's
                 Dawn
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 morrow's
                 Dawn
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 weigh
                 :
                 Let
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌wa╌y
                 ,
                 An╌chor
                 weigh
                 :
                 Let
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 
                 
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 ,
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 Cares
                 ,
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 ,
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 ;
                 les
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 ,
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 ,
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 drink
                 and
                 drown
                 ,
                 and
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 .
                 drown
                 our
                 Cares
                 a╌way
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 DIALOGUE
                 in
                 
                   King
                   Arthur
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 YOU
                 say
                 't
                 is
                 Love
                 creates
                 the
                 pain
                 ,
                 of
                 which
                 so
                 sad╌ly
                 you
                 complain
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 wou'd
                 fain
                 engage
                 my
                 Heart
                 ,
                 in
                 that
                 un╌ea╌sy
                 cru╌el
                 ,
                 cru╌el
                 part
                 ;
                 but
                 how
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 how
                 a╌las
                 think
                 you
                 that
                 I
                 can
                 bear
                 the
                 woun╌ds
                 of
                 which
                 you
                 die
                 ?
                 how
                 a╌la╌s
                 ,
                 how
                 a╌las
                 think
                 you
                 that
                 I
                 can
                 bear
                 the
                 wounds
                 of
                 which
                 you
                 die
                 ?
                 'T
                 is
                 not
                 my
                 pas╌sion
                 makes
                 my
                 care
                 ,
                 but
                 your
                 indifference
                 gives
                 de╌spair
                 ;
                 the
                 lu╌sty
                 Sun
                 ,
                 the
                 lu╌sty
                 Sun
                 be╌gets
                 
                 
                 no
                 Spring
                 ,
                 till
                 gen╌tle
                 show'rs
                 ,
                 till
                 gen╌tle
                 show'rs
                 as╌sistance
                 bring
                 ,
                 so
                 Love
                 that
                 scorches
                 and
                 destroys
                 ,
                 till
                 kind╌ness
                 aids
                 ,
                 till
                 kind╌ness
                 aids
                 can
                 cause
                 no
                 joy
                 ;
                 Love
                 has
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thou╌sand
                 ways
                 to
                 please
                 ;
                 Love
                 has
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ways
                 to
                 please
                 ,
                 but
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 to
                 rob
                 us
                 of
                 our
                 ease
                 ,
                 but
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 to
                 rob
                 us
                 of
                 our
                 ease
                 ;
                 for
                 wak╌ing
                 nights
                 
                 
                 and
                 care╌full
                 days
                 ,
                 from
                 hours
                 of
                 plea╌sures
                 he
                 re╌pays
                 ;
                 But
                 ab╌sence
                 soon
                 ,
                 or
                 jea╌lous
                 fears
                 o're╌flows
                 the
                 joy
                 ,
                 o're╌flows
                 the
                 joys
                 with
                 floods
                 of
                 Tears
                 ;
                 but
                 ab╌sence
                 soon
                 or
                 jea╌lous
                 sears
                 o're╌flows
                 the
                 joys
                 ,
                 o're╌flows
                 the
                 joys
                 with
                 floods
                 of
                 Tears
                 :
                 But
                 one
                 soft
                 moment
                 makes
                 amends
                 for
                 all
                 the
                 tor╌ment
                 that
                 attends
                 ,
                 one
                 soft
                 moment
                 makes
                 a╌mends
                 for
                 all
                 the
                 tor╌ment
                 that
                 at╌tends
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Let
                   us
                   Love
                   ,
                   let
                   us
                   Love
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   hap╌piness
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                
                 
                   Let
                   us
                   Love
                   ,
                   let
                   us
                   Love
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   hap╌piness
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                
                 
                   hast
                   ;
                   let
                   us
                   Love
                   ,
                   let
                   us
                   Love
                   and
                   to
                   happiness
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                
                 
                   hast
                   ;
                   let
                   us
                   Love
                   ,
                   let
                   us
                   Love
                   and
                   to
                   happiness
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                   hast
                   ,
                
                 
                   hast
                   ,
                   Age
                   and
                   Wis╌dom
                   comes
                   too
                   fast
                   ;
                   Youth
                   for
                   Lo╌ving
                   was
                   design'd
                   ,
                   Youth
                   for
                
                 
                   hast
                   ,
                   Age
                   and
                   Wis╌dom
                   comes
                   too
                   fast
                   ;
                   Youth
                   for
                   Lo╌ving
                   was
                   design'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Loving
                   ,
                   Youth
                   for
                   Lo╌ving
                   was
                   de╌sign'd
                   ;
                   You
                   be
                   constant
                
                 
                   Youth
                   for
                   Loving
                   ,
                   Lo╌ving
                   was
                   de╌sign'd
                   ;
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   constant
                   ,
                   you
                   be
                   kind
                   ,
                
                 
                 
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   kind
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   kind
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   kind
                   ,
                   kind
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   kind
                   ;
                   Heav'n
                   can
                   give
                   no
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   constant
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   constant
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   constant
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   be
                   kind
                   ;
                   Heav'n
                   can
                   give
                   no
                   grea╌ter
                   
                     grea╌ter
                     bles╌sing
                     than
                     faithfull
                     Love
                     ,
                     and
                     kind
                     ,
                     and
                     king
                     pos
                  
                   blessing
                   ,
                   no
                   grea╌ter
                   bles╌sing
                   than
                   faithfull
                   Love
                   ,
                   and
                
                 ╌
                 
                   ses╌sing
                   ,
                   than
                   faithfull
                   Love
                   ,
                   than
                   faithfull
                   Love
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   pos╌ses╌sing
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   kind
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   pos╌ses╌sing
                   ,
                   than
                   faithfull
                   Love
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   pos╌ses╌sing
                   ,
                   and
                
                 
                   kin╌d
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   pos╌ses╌sing
                   ,
                
                 
                   kin╌d
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   ,
                   and
                   kind
                   pos╌ses╌sing
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 ,
                 the
                 Words
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Cowley
                 ,
              
               
                 
                 HEre
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Dick
                 ,
                 this
                 whi╌ning
                 Love
                 de╌spise
                 ;
                 here
                 ,
                 Here
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Dick
                 ,
                 here
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Dick
                 ,
                 this
                 whi╌ning
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Dick
                 ,
                 this
                 whining
                 ,
                 whining
                 Love
                 de╌spise
                 ;
                 pledge
                 me
                 ,
                 pledge
                 me
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 de╌spise
                 ,
                 this
                 whining
                 ,
                 whi╌ning
                 Love
                 despise
                 ;
                 pledge
                 me
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Friend
                 ,
                 here
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 Dick
                 ,
                 pledge
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 till
                 thou
                 be'st
                 wise
                 :
                 It
                 sparkles
                 Dick
                 ,
                 pledge
                 me
                 ,
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 pledge
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 till
                 thou
                 be'st
                 ,
                 wise
                 :
                 It
                 sparkles
                 brigh╌ter
                 far
                 than
                 she
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 pure
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 pure
                 ,
                 and
                 right
                 without
                 de╌ceit
                 ,
                 and
                 brigh╌ter
                 far
                 than
                 she
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 pure
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 pure
                 ,
                 and
                 right
                 ,
                 without
                 de╌ceit
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 
                 such
                 ,
                 such
                 ,
                 no
                 Woman
                 e're
                 will
                 be
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 they
                 're
                 all
                 so╌phi╌sti╌cate
                 ,
                 such
                 ,
                 such
                 no
                 Woman
                 e're
                 will
                 be
                 :
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 they
                 're
                 all
                 so╌phi╌sti╌cate
                 ,
                 they
                 're
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 sophisticate
                 .
                 With
                 all
                 thy
                 servile
                 paines
                 ,
                 what
                 can'st
                 thou
                 they
                 're
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 so╌phisticate
                 .
                 With
                 all
                 thy
                 servile
                 paines
                 ,
                 what
                 win
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 thy
                 servile
                 paines
                 ,
                 what
                 can'st
                 ,
                 what
                 can'st
                 thou
                 win
                 ,
                 but
                 an
                 ill
                 favour'd
                 ,
                 and
                 un╌clean╌ly
                 can'st
                 thou
                 win
                 ,
                 with
                 all
                 thy
                 servile
                 paines
                 ,
                 what
                 can'st
                 thou
                 win
                 ,
                 but
                 an
                 ill
                 favour'd
                 ,
                 and
                 un╌clean╌ly
                 Sin
                 ?
                 A
                 thing
                 ,
                 a
                 thing
                 ,
                 so
                 vile
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 short╌liv'd
                 ,
                 that
                 Venus
                 Joys
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 Sin
                 ?
                 A
                 thing
                 so
                 vile
                 ,
                 so
                 vile
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 short╌liv'd
                 ,
                 that
                 Ve╌nus
                 Joys
                 ,
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 
                 
                 she
                 ,
                 with
                 reason
                 may
                 be
                 said
                 to
                 be
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 neg╌le╌cted
                 Foam
                 deriv'd
                 .
                 Follies
                 they
                 she
                 ,
                 with
                 reason
                 may
                 be
                 said
                 to
                 be
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 neg╌le╌cted
                 Foam
                 deriv'd
                 .
                 Follies
                 they
                 have
                 ,
                 so
                 number╌less
                 in
                 store
                 ,
                 that
                 on╌ly
                 he
                 who
                 loves
                 them
                 can
                 have
                 more
                 ;
                 neither
                 their
                 have
                 ,
                 so
                 num╌ber╌less
                 in
                 store
                 ,
                 that
                 on╌ly
                 he
                 who
                 loves
                 them
                 can
                 have
                 more
                 ;
                 neither
                 their
                 Sigh╌s
                 ,
                 nor
                 Tears
                 are
                 true
                 ,
                 those
                 id╌ly
                 blow
                 ,
                 these
                 id╌ly
                 fall
                 ;
                 Sigh╌s
                 ,
                 nor
                 Tears
                 are
                 true
                 ,
                 neither
                 their
                 Sigh╌s
                 ,
                 nor
                 Tears
                 are
                 true
                 ,
                 neither
                 their
                 Sigh╌s
                 nor
                 Tears
                 are
                 true
                 ,
                 nothing
                 like
                 ,
                 nothing
                 like
                 to
                 ours
                 at
                 those
                 id╌ly
                 blow
                 ,
                 these
                 id╌ly
                 fall
                 ;
                 nothing
                 like
                 ,
                 nothing
                 like
                 to
                 ours
                 at
                 
                 
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 Sighs
                 and
                 Tears
                 ,
                 but
                 Sighs
                 and
                 Tears
                 ,
                 have
                 Sex╌es
                 too
                 .
                 Hear
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 a╌gain
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 but
                 Sighs
                 and
                 Tears
                 ,
                 but
                 Sighs
                 and
                 Tears
                 ,
                 have
                 Sex╌es
                 too
                 .
                 Here
                 's
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 a╌gain
                 ,
                 thy
                 senseless
                 Sor╌rows
                 drown'd
                 ;
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 thy
                 to
                 thee
                 a╌gain
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 to
                 thee
                 a╌gain
                 ,
                 thy
                 senseless
                 Sor╌rows
                 drown'd
                 ,
                 thy
                 sense╌less
                 Sor╌rows
                 drown'd
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Glass
                 walk
                 ,
                 'till
                 all
                 things
                 too
                 go
                 rou╌nd
                 ,
                 sense╌less
                 Sor╌rows
                 drown
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Glass
                 'till
                 all
                 things
                 too
                 go
                 rou╌nd
                 ,
                 walk
                 ,
                 'till
                 all
                 things
                 too
                 go
                 rou╌nd
                 ,
                 'till
                 
                 
                 'till
                 all
                 things
                 too
                 go
                 round
                 :
                 Again
                 ,
                 again
                 ,
                 again
                 ,
                 again
                 ,
                 'till
                 these
                 two
                 Lights
                 be
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 things
                 too
                 go
                 round
                 :
                 Again
                 ,
                 again
                 ,
                 again
                 ,
                 again
                 ,
                 'till
                 these
                 two
                 Lights
                 be
                 four
                 ,
                 no
                 Er╌ror
                 here
                 can
                 dan╌ge╌rous
                 prove
                 ;
                 thy
                 Passion
                 Man
                 deceiv'd
                 thee
                 more
                 ,
                 none
                 four
                 ,
                 no
                 Er╌ror
                 here
                 can
                 dan╌ge╌rous
                 prove
                 ;
                 thy
                 Passion
                 Man
                 deceiv'd
                 thee
                 more
                 ,
                 none
                 dou╌ble
                 see
                 like
                 Men
                 in
                 love
                 ;
                 none
                 dou╌ble
                 see
                 ,
                 none
                 dou╌ble
                 dou╌ble
                 see
                 ,
                 none
                 dou╌ble
                 see
                 like
                 Men
                 in
                 Love
                 ;
                 none
                 dou╌ble
                 see
                 like
                 Men
                 in
                 love
                 .
                 see
                 like
                 Men
                 in
                 love
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 DIALOGUE
                 in
                 the
                 Prophetess
                 .
              
               
                 
                 TEll
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 my
                 Char╌ming
                 Fair
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 you
                 thus
                 de╌ny
                 me
                 ;
                 can
                 dis╌pair
                 ,
                 can
                 dis╌spair
                 ,
                 or
                 these
                 sighs
                 and
                 looks
                 of
                 care
                 make
                 Co╌rin╌na
                 e╌ver
                 fl╌y
                 me
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 fly
                 me
                 ?
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 my
                 Char╌ming
                 Fair
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 you
                 thus
                 de╌ny
                 me
                 .
                 O!
                 Mir╌til╌lo
                 you
                 're
                 a╌bove
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 re╌spect
                 but
                 dare
                 not
                 Love
                 ye
                 .
                 She
                 who
                 hears
                 in╌clines
                 to
                 sin
                 ,
                 who
                 par╌lies
                 ,
                 half
                 
                 
                 gives
                 up
                 the
                 Town
                 ,
                 and
                 ra╌ve╌nous
                 Love
                 soon
                 en╌ters
                 in
                 ,
                 when
                 once
                 the
                 Out╌work's
                 bea╌ten
                 down
                 :
                 Then
                 my
                 Sighs
                 and
                 Tears
                 won't
                 move
                 ye
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Mir╌til╌lo
                 you
                 're
                 a╌bove
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 res╌pect
                 ,
                 but
                 dare
                 not
                 Love
                 ye
                 :
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 Mir╌til╌lo
                 you
                 're
                 a╌bove
                 me
                 ;
                 I
                 re╌spect
                 ,
                 but
                 dare
                 not
                 Love
                 ye
                 ,
                 I
                 re╌spect
                 but
                 dare
                 not
                 Love
                 ye
                 .
                 Cou'd
                 this
                 lovely
                 Charming
                 Maid
                 think
                 Mir╌til╌lo
                 
                 
                 wou'd
                 deceive
                 her
                 ?
                 cou'd
                 Corin╌na
                 be
                 afraid
                 ,
                 she
                 by
                 him
                 shou'd
                 be
                 betray'd
                 ?
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 too
                 well
                 ,
                 too
                 well
                 I
                 Love
                 her
                 ,
                 therefore
                 can╌not
                 be
                 above
                 her
                 .
                 Oh!
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 Love
                 with
                 Love
                 be
                 paid
                 :
                 My
                 Heart
                 ,
                 my
                 Life
                 ,
                 my
                 Heart
                 ,
                 my
                 Life
                 ,
                 my
                 all
                 I
                 give
                 her
                 :
                 Let
                 me
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 re╌ceive
                 her
                 .
                 Oh!
                 how
                 glad╌ly
                 we
                 be╌leive
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Heart
                 is
                 too
                 too
                 willing
                 ;
                 can
                 that
                 look
                 ,
                 that
                 face
                 deceive
                 ?
                 can
                 he
                 take
                 de╌light
                 
                 
                 in
                 Killing
                 ?
                 Ah!
                 I
                 dye
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 I
                 dye
                 ,
                 I
                 dye
                 if
                 you
                 deceive
                 me
                 ;
                 yet
                 I
                 will
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 ,
                 yet
                 I
                 will
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 be╌lieve
                 ye
                 .
                 Ah!
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 I
                 die
                 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
                 .
              
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Oh
                   :
                   how
                   glad╌ly
                   we
                   be╌lieve
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   Heart
                   is
                   too
                   too
                   willing
                   ;
                   can
                   that
                
                 
                   Oh!
                   how
                   glad╌ly
                   we
                   be╌lieve
                   ,
                   when
                   the
                   Heart
                   it
                   too
                   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
                 my
                 Love
                 is
                 un╌mov╌'d
                 ,
                 is
                 unmov'd
                 as
                 her
                 Hate
                 .
                 en╌du╌ring
                 my
                 Love
                 is
                 unmov'd
                 as
                 her
                 Hate
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
                 The
                 Words
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Congreve
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THere
                 ne're
                 ,
                 ne're
                 was
                 so
                 wretched
                 a
                 Lover
                 as
                 I
                 ,
                 so
                 wretched
                 ,
                 so
                 wretched
                 ,
                 so
                 There
                 ne'er
                 ,
                 ne'er
                 was
                 so
                 wretched
                 a
                 Lover
                 as
                 I
                 ;
                 there
                 ne'er
                 ,
                 ne're
                 was
                 so
                 wretched
                 a
                 Lover
                 as
                 I
                 ;
                 wretched
                 a
                 Lover
                 as
                 I
                 ,
                 so
                 wretched
                 ,
                 so
                 wretched
                 ,
                 so
                 wretched
                 a
                 Lover
                 as
                 I
                 ;
                 whose
                 whose
                 hopes
                 are
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 pre╌vented
                 :
                 hopes
                 are
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 for
                 ever
                 pre╌vented
                 :
                 I
                 'me
                 neither
                 at
                 I
                 'me
                 nei╌ther
                 at
                 re╌st
                 re╌st
                 
                 
                 when
                 A╌minta
                 looks
                 Coy
                 ,
                 nor
                 when
                 she
                 looks
                 kind
                 ,
                 looks
                 kind
                 ,
                 looks
                 kind
                 ,
                 nor
                 when
                 she
                 looks
                 when
                 A╌minta
                 looks
                 Coy
                 ,
                 nor
                 when
                 she
                 looks
                 kind
                 ,
                 looks
                 kind
                 ,
                 looks
                 kind
                 ,
                 nor
                 when
                 she
                 looks
                 kind
                 am
                 contented
                 :
                 Her
                 frowns
                 give
                 a
                 pain
                 ,
                 her
                 frowns
                 give
                 a
                 pain
                 ,
                 a
                 kind
                 am
                 con╌tented
                 :
                 Her
                 frowns
                 give
                 a
                 pain
                 ,
                 her
                 frowns
                 give
                 a
                 pa╌in
                 I
                 'me
                 un╌a╌ble
                 to
                 bear
                 ,
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 e'm
                 set
                 me
                 a
                 trem╌bling
                 ,
                 pain
                 ,
                 a
                 pa╌in
                 I
                 'me
                 un╌a╌ble
                 to
                 bear
                 ,
                 the
                 thoughts
                 of
                 e'm
                 set
                 me
                 a
                 trem╌bling
                 ,
                 they
                 set
                 me
                 a
                 they
                 set
                 me
                 a
                 
                 
                 trembling
                 ,
                 and
                 her
                 Smiles
                 are
                 a
                 jo╌y
                 trembling
                 ,
                 and
                 her
                 Smiles
                 are
                 a
                 jo╌y
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 fear
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 so
                 great
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 fear
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 fear
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 fear
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 fear
                 lest
                 they
                 shou'd
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 dis╌sembling
                 ,
                 lest
                 they
                 shou'd
                 be
                 no
                 fear
                 ,
                 that
                 I
                 fear
                 lest
                 they
                 shou'd
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 dissembling
                 ,
                 lest
                 they
                 shou'd
                 be
                 no
                 more
                 but
                 dis╌sembling
                 .
                 Then
                 prithee
                 A╌minta
                 consent
                 and
                 be
                 kind
                 ;
                 more
                 but
                 dis╌sembling
                 .
                 A
                 pox
                 of
                 this
                 troublesome
                 ,
                 
                 
                 A
                 pox
                 of
                 this
                 troublesome
                 ,
                 troublesome
                 Wooing
                 ,
                 then
                 prithee
                 A╌minta
                 con╌sent
                 troublesome
                 Wooing
                 ,
                 then
                 prithee
                 A╌min╌ta
                 consent
                 and
                 be
                 kind
                 ,
                 a
                 pox
                 of
                 this
                 troublesome
                 ,
                 and
                 be
                 kind
                 ,
                 a
                 pox
                 of
                 this
                 troublesome
                 ,
                 troublesome
                 Wooing
                 ,
                 then
                 prithee
                 A╌minta
                 troublesome
                 Wooing
                 ,
                 then
                 prithee
                 A╌minta
                 consent
                 and
                 be
                 kind
                 ,
                 a
                 pox
                 of
                 this
                 trouble╌some
                 ,
                 consent
                 and
                 be
                 kind
                 ,
                 a
                 pox
                 of
                 this
                 troublesome
                 ,
                 troublesome
                 Wooing
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 find
                 I
                 shall
                 troublesome
                 Wooing
                 ,
                 then
                 prithee
                 A╌minta
                 consent
                 and
                 be
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 I
                 find
                 I
                 shall
                 ne're
                 be
                 at
                 peace
                 in
                 my
                 Mind
                 ,
                 till
                 once
                 you
                 and
                 I
                 have
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 ne'er
                 be
                 at
                 peace
                 in
                 my
                 Mind
                 ,
                 till
                 once
                 you
                 and
                 I
                 have
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 
                 
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 till
                 once
                 you
                 and
                 I
                 have
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 :
                 for
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 been
                 doing
                 ,
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 ,
                 till
                 once
                 you
                 and
                 I
                 have
                 been
                 do╌ing
                 :
                 for
                 shame
                 ,
                 for
                 shame
                 ,
                 for
                 shame
                 let
                 your
                 Lover
                 no
                 lon╌ger
                 com╌plain
                 ,
                 complain
                 ,
                 complain
                 of
                 shame
                 let
                 your
                 Lover
                 no
                 longer
                 ,
                 no
                 lon╌ger
                 complain
                 ,
                 complain
                 ,
                 com╌plain
                 of
                 u╌sage
                 that
                 's
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 ,
                 of
                 u╌sage
                 that
                 's
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 a╌bove
                 measure
                 ,
                 but
                 since
                 I
                 have
                 u╌sage
                 that
                 's
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 ,
                 of
                 u╌sage
                 that
                 's
                 hard
                 ,
                 hard
                 a╌bove
                 measure
                 ,
                 but
                 since
                 I
                 have
                 carry'd
                 ,
                 have
                 carry'd
                 such
                 loads
                 of
                 Love's
                 pain
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 carry'd
                 ,
                 have
                 carry'd
                 such
                 loads
                 of
                 Love's
                 pain
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 
                 
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 take
                 Toll
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 take
                 Toll
                 of
                 the
                 pleasure
                 .
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 take
                 Toll
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 now
                 let
                 me
                 take
                 Toll
                 of
                 the
                 pleasure
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 Sung
                 before
                 the
                 Queen
                 on
                 Her
                 Birth
                 Day
                 .
              
               
                 
                 CE╌lebrate
                 this
                 Fe╌sti╌val
                 ,
                 Ce╌lebrate
                 this
                 Fe╌stival
                 ,
                 Ce╌lebrate
                 this
                 Festival
                 ;
                 'T
                 is
                 Sa╌cred
                 ,
                 bid
                 the
                 Trum╌pets
                 cease
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Sa╌cred
                 ,
                 bid
                 the
                 Trum╌pets
                 cease
                 .
                 
                   Turn
                   over
                   ,
                
              
               
               
                 
                 Kind╌ly
                 Treat
                 Ma╌ri╌a's
                 Day
                 ,
                 and
                 your
                 Ho╌mage
                 't
                 will
                 re╌pay
                 ;
                 Bequeathing
                 Blessings
                 on
                 our
                 Isle
                 ,
                 the
                 te╌dious
                 Mi╌nutes
                 to
                 be╌guile
                 ;
                 Till
                 Conquest
                 ,
                 till
                 Conquest
                 ,
                 till
                 Conquest
                 to
                 Ma╌ri╌a's
                 Arms
                 re╌store
                 ;
                 Peace
                 and
                 her
                 He╌ro
                 ,
                 Peace
                 and
                 her
                 He╌ro
                 to
                 de╌part
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 mo╌re
                 ,
                 Peace
                 and
                 her
                 He╌ro
                 ,
                 Peace
                 and
                 her
                 He╌ro
                 to
                 de╌part
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                 ANACREON'S
                 Defeat
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THis
                 Po╌et
                 si╌ngs
                 the
                 Tro╌jan
                 Wars
                 ,
                 a╌no╌ther
                 of
                 the
                 Theban
                 jarrs
                 ,
                 in
                 rat╌ling
                 Numbers
                 ,
                 in
                 rat╌ling
                 Numbers
                 ,
                 Verse
                 that
                 da╌res
                 ;
                 this
                 Po╌et
                 Si╌ngs
                 the
                 Tro╌jan
                 Wars
                 ,
                 a╌nother
                 of
                 the
                 The╌ban
                 jarrs
                 ,
                 in
                 rat╌ling
                 Numbers
                 ,
                 in
                 rat╌ling
                 Numbers
                 ,
                 Verse
                 that
                 dares
                 .
                 Whilst
                 I
                 in
                 
                 
                 soft
                 and
                 hum╌ble
                 Verse
                 ,
                 my
                 own
                 ,
                 my
                 own
                 Cap╌ti╌vi╌ties
                 re╌hearse
                 ;
                 whilst
                 I
                 in
                 soft
                 ,
                 in
                 so╌ft
                 and
                 hum╌ble
                 Verse
                 ,
                 my
                 ow╌n
                 Cap╌ti╌vities
                 rehearse
                 ;
                 I
                 sing
                 my
                 own
                 Defeats
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 not
                 the
                 E╌vents
                 of
                 Common
                 War
                 ;
                 I
                 sing
                 my
                 own
                 Defeats
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 not
                 the
                 E╌vents
                 of
                 Common
                 War
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 not
                 the
                 E╌vents
                 of
                 Common
                 War
                 :
                 Not
                 Fleets
                 at
                 Sea
                 have
                 vanquish'd
                 me
                 ,
                 nor
                 Brigadeers
                 ,
                 nor
                 Ca╌val╌ry
                 ,
                 nor
                 Ranks
                 and
                 Files
                 ,
                 nor
                 Ranks
                 and
                 Files
                 of
                 
                 
                 In╌fan╌try
                 ;
                 not
                 Fleets
                 at
                 Sea
                 have
                 vanquish'd
                 me
                 ,
                 nor
                 Bri╌gadeers
                 ,
                 nor
                 Ca╌val╌ry
                 ,
                 nor
                 Ranks
                 and
                 Files
                 ,
                 nor
                 Ranks
                 and
                 Files
                 of
                 In╌fan╌try
                 :
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 A╌na╌cre╌on
                 stil
                 de╌sies
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 Ar╌til╌le╌ry
                 Com╌pa╌nies
                 ;
                 save
                 those
                 encamp'd
                 in
                 kil╌ling
                 ,
                 kil╌ling
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 each
                 Dart
                 his
                 Mistress
                 shoots
                 he
                 dyes
                 ,
                 each
                 Dart
                 his
                 Mistress
                 shoots
                 he
                 dyes
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 4th
                 .
                 Act
                 of
                 the
                 
                   Fool
                   's
                   Preferment
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 I
                 'Le
                 Sail
                 up╌on
                 the
                 Dog╌Star
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 Sail
                 up╌on
                 the
                 Dog╌Star
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 pursue
                 the
                 Morning
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 pursue
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 pursue
                 the
                 Morning
                 ;
                 I
                 'le
                 chase
                 the
                 Moon
                 till
                 it
                 be
                 Noon
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 chase
                 the
                 Moon
                 till
                 it
                 be
                 Noon
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 'le
                 make
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 make
                 her
                 leave
                 her
                 Horning
                 .
                 I
                 'le
                 climb
                 the
                 Frosty
                 Mountain
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 climb
                 the
                 Frosty
                 Mountain
                 ,
                 and
                 there
                 I
                 'le
                 Coyn
                 the
                 Weather
                 ;
                 I
                 'le
                 tea╌r
                 the
                 Rain╌Bow
                 from
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 tea╌r
                 the
                 Rain╌Bow
                 from
                 the
                 
                 
                 Sky
                 and
                 T╌ye
                 ,
                 and
                 Tye
                 both
                 ends
                 to╌ge╌ther
                 .
                 The
                 Stars
                 pluck
                 from
                 their
                 Orbs
                 too
                 ,
                 the
                 Stars
                 pluck
                 from
                 their
                 Orbs
                 too
                 ,
                 and
                 crowd
                 them
                 in
                 my
                 Budget
                 ;
                 And
                 whether
                 I
                 'me
                 a
                 Roar╌ing
                 Boy
                 ,
                 a
                 Roar╌ing
                 Boy
                 ,
                 let
                 a╌ll
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 the
                 Nation
                 judge
                 it
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 upon
                 a
                 Ground
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SHE
                 Loves
                 ,
                 and
                 she
                 con╌fes╌ses
                 too
                 ,
                 there
                 's
                 then
                 at
                 last
                 no
                 more
                 to
                 do
                 ;
                 the
                 hap╌py
                 Work
                 's
                 en╌tire╌ly
                 done
                 ,
                 en╌ter
                 the
                 Town
                 which
                 thou
                 hast
                 won
                 :
                 The
                 fruits
                 of
                 Conquest
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 be╌gin
                 ,
                 I╌o
                 ,
                 Tri╌umph
                 ,
                 en╌ter
                 in
                 .
                 What
                 's
                 this
                 ,
                 ye
                 Gods
                 !
                 what
                 can
                 it
                 be
                 !
                 re╌mains
                 there
                 still
                 an
                 E╌ne╌my
                 !
                 Bold
                 Honour
                 stands
                 up
                 in
                 the
                 Gate
                 ,
                 and
                 wou'd
                 yet
                 ca╌pi╌tu╌late
                 .
                 Have
                 I
                 o'recome
                 all
                 re╌al
                 Foes
                 ,
                 and
                 shall
                 this
                 Phantom
                 me
                 op╌pose
                 ?
                 
                 
                 Noi╌sy
                 nothing
                 ,
                 stalking
                 Shade
                 ,
                 by
                 what
                 Witchcraft
                 wert
                 thou
                 made
                 ,
                 thou
                 emp╌ty
                 cause
                 of
                 so╌lid
                 Harms
                 ?
                 But
                 I
                 shall
                 find
                 out
                 Counter
                 Charms
                 ,
                 thy
                 Ai╌ry
                 Devil╌ship
                 to
                 remove
                 from
                 this
                 Cir╌cle
                 here
                 of
                 Love
                 :
                 Sure
                 I
                 shall
                 rid
                 my self
                 of
                 thee
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 Night's
                 ob╌scurity
                 ,
                 and
                 ob╌scu╌rer
                 secre╌cy
                 .
                 Un╌like
                 to
                 ev╌ry
                 o╌ther
                 Spright
                 ,
                 thou
                 at╌tempt'st
                 not
                 Men
                 to
                 affright
                 ,
                 nor
                 appear'st
                 ,
                 nor
                 appear'st
                 but
                 in
                 the
                 Light.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 BESS
                 OF
                 BEDLAM
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FRom
                 silent
                 Shades
                 and
                 the
                 E╌lizium
                 Groves
                 ,
                 where
                 sad
                 de╌parted
                 Spirits
                 mou╌rn
                 their
                 Loves
                 from
                 Chrystall
                 streams
                 ,
                 and
                 from
                 that
                 Country
                 where
                 Jove
                 Crowns
                 the
                 Feilds
                 with
                 Flowers
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ,
                 poor
                 Sense╌less
                 Bess
                 ,
                 cloath'd
                 in
                 her
                 Raggs
                 and
                 fol╌ly
                 ,
                 is
                 come
                 to
                 cure
                 her
                 Love╌sick
                 Me╌lanchol╌ly
                 :
                 Bright
                 Cyn╌thia
                 kept
                 her
                 Re╌vells
                 late
                 ,
                 while
                 Mab
                 the
                 Fai╌ry
                 Queen
                 did
                 Dance
                 ,
                 and
                 O╌be╌ron
                 did
                 sit
                 in
                 State
                 ,
                 when
                 Mars
                 at
                 Ve╌nus
                 ran
                 his
                 Lance
                 ;
                 In
                 yonder
                 Cow╌slip
                 lies
                 my
                 Dear
                 ,
                 entomb'd
                 in
                 li╌quid
                 
                 Gemms
                 of
                 Dew
                 ,
                 each
                 day
                 I
                 'le
                 wa╌ter
                 it
                 with
                 a
                 Tear
                 ,
                 its
                 fa╌ding
                 Blossom
                 to
                 re╌new
                 :
                 For
                 since
                 my
                 Love
                 is
                 dead
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 my
                 Joys
                 are
                 gone
                 ;
                 poor
                 Bess
                 for
                 his
                 sake
                 a
                 Garland
                 will
                 make
                 ,
                 my
                 Mu╌sick
                 shall
                 be
                 a
                 Groan
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 lay
                 me
                 down
                 and
                 dye
                 with╌in
                 some
                 hollow
                 Tree
                 ,
                 the
                 Raven
                 and
                 Cat
                 ,
                 the
                 Owl
                 and
                 Bat
                 ,
                 shall
                 war╌ble
                 for╌th
                 my
                 E╌le╌gy
                 .
                 Did
                 you
                 not
                 see
                 my
                 Love
                 as
                 he
                 past
                 by
                 you
                 ?
                 His
                 two
                 flaming
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 if
                 he
                 come
                 nigh
                 you
                 ,
                 they
                 will
                 scorch
                 up
                 your
                 Hearts
                 ;
                 Ladies
                 be╌ware
                 ye
                 ,
                 lest
                 he
                 shou'd
                 
                 dart
                 a
                 Glance
                 that
                 may
                 ensnare
                 ye
                 ;
                 Hark!
                 Hark!
                 I
                 hear
                 old
                 Charon
                 bawl
                 ,
                 his
                 Boat
                 he
                 will
                 no
                 longer
                 stay
                 ,
                 the
                 Furies
                 lash
                 their
                 Whips
                 and
                 call
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 a╌way
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 a╌way
                 .
                 Poor
                 Bess
                 will
                 return
                 to
                 the
                 place
                 whence
                 she
                 came
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 World
                 is
                 so
                 Mad
                 she
                 can
                 hope
                 for
                 no
                 Cure
                 ;
                 for
                 Lov'es
                 grown
                 a
                 Bubble
                 ,
                 a
                 Shadow
                 ,
                 a
                 Name
                 ,
                 which
                 Fools
                 do
                 ad╌mire
                 ,
                 and
                 Wise
                 Men
                 en╌dure
                 .
                 Cold
                 and
                 Hungry
                 am
                 I
                 grown
                 ,
                 Am╌bro╌sia
                 will
                 I
                 feed
                 up╌on
                 ,
                 drink
                 Nectar
                 still
                 and
                 Sing
                 ;
                 Who
                 is
                 con╌tent
                 ,
                 does
                 all
                 Sorrow
                 pre╌vent
                 :
                 And
                 
                 
                 Bess
                 in
                 her
                 Straw
                 ,
                 whilst
                 free
                 from
                 the
                 Law
                 ,
                 in
                 her
                 thoughts
                 is
                 as
                 great
                 ,
                 great
                 as
                 a
                 King.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 ,
                 the
                 Words
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Motteux
                 .
              
               
                 
                 STript
                 of
                 their
                 green
                 our
                 Groves
                 ap╌pear
                 ,
                 our
                 Vales
                 lye
                 bu╌ried
                 deep
                 in
                 Snow
                 ;
                 the
                 blow╌ing
                 North
                 controuls
                 the
                 Aire
                 ,
                 a
                 nipping
                 cold
                 chills
                 all
                 be╌low
                 .
                 The
                 Frost
                 has
                 gla╌z'd
                 our
                 deep╌est
                 streams
                 ,
                 Phoebus
                 withdraw╌'s
                 his
                 kind╌ly
                 Beams
                 ,
                 Phoebus
                 withdraw╌'s
                 his
                 kind╌ly
                 Beams
                 .
                 Yet
                 Winter
                 blest
                 be
                 thy
                 return
                 ,
                 thou
                 'st
                 brought
                 the
                 Swain
                 for
                 
                 whom
                 I
                 us'd
                 to
                 mourn
                 ;
                 and
                 in
                 thy
                 Ice
                 with
                 plea╌sing
                 flames
                 we
                 burn
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 thy
                 Ice
                 with
                 plea╌sing
                 Flames
                 we
                 burn
                 .
              
               
                 
                   2d
                   .
                   Verse
                   .
                
                 Too
                 soon
                 the
                 Suns
                 re╌vi╌ving
                 heat
                 will
                 thaw
                 thy
                 Ice
                 and
                 melt
                 thy
                 Snow
                 ;
                 Trum╌pets
                 will
                 sound
                 ,
                 and
                 Drums
                 will
                 beat
                 ,
                 and
                 tell
                 me
                 the
                 dear
                 ,
                 dear
                 Youth
                 must
                 goe
                 :
                 Then
                 must
                 my
                 wea╌k
                 un╌wil╌ling
                 Arms
                 ,
                 resign
                 him
                 up╌
                 to
                 stronger
                 Charms
                 ,
                 resign
                 him
                 up╌
                 to
                 stronger
                 Charms
                 :
                 What
                 Flowers
                 ,
                 what
                 Sweets
                 ,
                 what
                 Beauteous
                 thing
                 ,
                 when
                 Damon's
                 gone
                 ,
                 can
                 ease
                 or
                 pleasure
                 bring
                 ?
                 Win╌ter
                 brings
                 Damon
                 ,
                 Win╌ter
                 is
                 my
                 Sprin╌g
                 ;
                 Win╌ter
                 bring
                 Damon
                 ,
                 Win╌ter
                 is
                 my
                 Spring
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   Love
                   Arms
                   himself
                
                 ,
                 a
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LOve
                 Arm╌s
                 him╌self
                 in
                 Celia's
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 when
                 e're
                 weak
                 Rea╌son
                 wou'd
                 re╌bell
                 ;
                 Love
                 Arm╌s
                 himself
                 in
                 Ce╌lia's
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 when
                 e're
                 wea╌k
                 Rea╌son
                 wou'd
                 re╌bell
                 ;
                 and
                 ev'ry
                 time
                 I
                 dare
                 ,
                 I
                 da╌re
                 be
                 Wise
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a
                 deep╌er
                 wound
                 I
                 feel
                 ,
                 re╌peated
                 thoughts
                 ,
                 re╌peated
                 thoughts
                 present
                 the
                 ill
                 ,
                 which
                 see╌ing
                 I
                 must
                 still
                 ,
                 which
                 
                 see╌ing
                 I
                 must
                 still
                 ,
                 I
                 must
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 endure
                 ;
                 They
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 they
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 they
                 tell
                 me
                 Love
                 has
                 Darts
                 to
                 kill
                 ,
                 and
                 Wisdom
                 has
                 no
                 pow'r
                 ,
                 and
                 Wisdom
                 has
                 no
                 pow'r
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 and
                 Wisdom
                 has
                 no
                 pow'r
                 ,
                 no
                 pow'r
                 to
                 cure
                 .
                 Then
                 cruel
                 ,
                 cruel
                 Reason
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 rest
                 ;
                 quit
                 ,
                 quit
                 in
                 my
                 Heart
                 thy
                 fe╌ble
                 hold
                 ,
                 goe
                 try
                 thy
                 Force
                 ,
                 go
                 try
                 thy
                 Force
                 in
                 Ce╌lia's
                 Breast
                 ,
                 for
                 that
                 is
                 disingag'd
                 and
                 col╌d
                 ,
                 that
                 is
                 dis╌in╌gag'd
                 and
                 cold
                 ;
                 there
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 there
                 
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 thy
                 Nicest
                 Arts
                 em╌ploy
                 ;
                 Confess
                 thy self
                 ,
                 confess
                 thy self
                 her
                 Beau╌ty's
                 Slave
                 ,
                 and
                 argue
                 whilst
                 she
                 may
                 de╌stroy
                 ,
                 how
                 gre╌at
                 ,
                 how
                 gre╌at
                 ,
                 how
                 God╌like
                 't
                 is
                 to
                 save
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 last
                 SONG
                 Mr.
                 
                   Henry
                   Purcell
                
                 Sett
                 before
                 his
                 Sickness
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LOve╌ly
                 ,
                 Lovely
                 Al╌bi╌na
                 ,
                 LOve╌ly
                 ,
                 Lovely
                 Al╌bi╌na's
                 come
                 ,
                 co╌me
                 a╌shore
                 ,
                 to
                 enter
                 her
                 just
                 ,
                 just
                 claim
                 ;
                 Ten
                 times
                 more
                 Char╌ming
                 ,
                 Ten
                 times
                 more
                 Char╌ming
                 
                 
                 than
                 be╌sore
                 ;
                 To
                 her
                 Im╌mor╌tal
                 Fame
                 .
                 Fame
                 .
                 The
                 Bel╌gick
                 Ly╌on
                 ,
                 as
                 his
                 brave
                 ,
                 brave
                 ,
                 brave
                 ,
                 the
                 Bel╌gick
                 Ly╌on
                 ,
                 as
                 his
                 brave
                 ,
                 brave
                 ,
                 brave
                 ,
                 this
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 this
                 Beauty
                 will
                 relieve
                 ,
                 this
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 this
                 Beauty
                 will
                 re╌lieve
                 ,
                 will
                 ,
                 will
                 relieve
                 ,
                 for
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 but
                 a
                 mean
                 blind
                 Slave
                 ,
                 can
                 liv╌e
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 her
                 griev╌e
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 her
                 grieve
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 SONG
                 ,
                 Sung
                 in
                 the
                 Play
                 call'd
                 ,
                 
                   The
                   Massacre
                   in
                   Paris
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THy
                 Genius
                 lo
                 !
                 lo
                 !
                 from
                 his
                 sweet
                 Bed
                 of
                 rest
                 ,
                 adorn'd
                 with
                 Jessimin
                 ,
                 and
                 with
                 Ro╌ses
                 drest
                 ;
                 the
                 Pow'rs
                 Divine
                 has
                 rais'd
                 to
                 stop
                 thy
                 Fate
                 ,
                 a
                 true
                 Repentance
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 comes
                 too
                 late
                 ,
                 a
                 true
                 Repentance
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 comes
                 too
                 late
                 :
                 So
                 soon
                 as
                 Born
                 she
                 made
                 her self
                 a
                 Shrowd
                 ,
                 the
                 fleecy
                 Man╌tle
                 of
                 a
                 weep╌ing
                 Cloud
                 ,
                 and
                 swift
                 as
                 thought
                 her
                 Ai╌ry
                 Journey
                 took
                 ,
                 swi╌ft
                 as
                 thought
                 her
                 Ai╌ry
                 Journey
                 took
                 ;
                 her
                 Hand
                 Heav'ns
                 Azure
                 Gate
                 with
                 trem╌bling
                 
                 
                 Struck
                 ;
                 the
                 Stars
                 did
                 with
                 a╌maze╌ment
                 on
                 her
                 look
                 ,
                 the
                 Stars
                 did
                 with
                 a╌mazement
                 on
                 her
                 look
                 ,
                 did
                 with
                 a╌mazement
                 on
                 her
                 look
                 ;
                 She
                 told
                 thy
                 Story
                 in
                 so
                 sad
                 a
                 Tone
                 ,
                 She
                 told
                 thy
                 Story
                 in
                 so
                 sa╌d
                 a
                 Tone
                 ,
                 the
                 Angels
                 start
                 from
                 Bliss
                 and
                 ga╌ve
                 a
                 groan
                 .
                 But
                 Charles
                 be╌wate
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 dal╌ly
                 not
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 dal╌ly
                 not
                 ,
                 be╌ware
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 dal╌ly
                 not
                 with
                 Heav'n
                 ;
                 for
                 af╌ter
                 this
                 no
                 Pardon
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Par╌don
                 shall
                 be
                 giv'n
                 ;
                 Oh!
                 dally
                 not
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 dal╌ly
                 not
                 
                 
                 with
                 Heavn'n
                 ,
                 for
                 af╌ter
                 this
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Pardon
                 shall
                 be
                 giv'n
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 Pardon
                 shall
                 be
                 given
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FAir
                 Clo╌e
                 my
                 Breast
                 so
                 a╌lar╌ms
                 ,
                 from
                 her
                 Pow'r
                 I
                 no
                 Fair
                 Cloe
                 my
                 Breast
                 so
                 a╌lar╌ms
                 ,
                 from
                 her
                 Pow'r
                 ,
                 from
                 her
                 Pow'r
                 I
                 no
                 Refuge
                 can
                 find
                 ;
                 If
                 a╌nother
                 I
                 take
                 in
                 my
                 Arms
                 ,
                 yet
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 ,
                 yet
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 is
                 Refuge
                 can
                 find
                 ;
                 If
                 a╌nother
                 I
                 take
                 in
                 my
                 Arms
                 ,
                 yet
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 is
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 then
                 in
                 my
                 Mind
                 :
                 Unblest
                 with
                 the
                 Joy
                 ,
                 still
                 a
                 Pleasure
                 I
                 want
                 ,
                 still
                 a
                 Pleasure
                 I
                 then
                 in
                 my
                 Mind
                 :
                 Un╌blest
                 with
                 the
                 Joy
                 ,
                 still
                 a
                 Pleasure
                 I
                 want
                 ,
                 which
                 none
                 but
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 ,
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 can
                 grant
                 ;
                 let
                 Clo╌e
                 but
                 want
                 ,
                 which
                 none
                 but
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 ,
                 my
                 Clo╌e
                 can
                 grant
                 ;
                 let
                 Clo╌e
                 but
                 smi╌le
                 ,
                 smi╌le
                 ,
                 I
                 grow
                 ga╌y
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 I
                 grow
                 ga╌y
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 feel
                 my
                 Heart
                 spring
                 with
                 De╌light
                 ;
                 on
                 Clo╌e
                 I
                 cou'd
                 gaze
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 feel
                 my
                 Heart
                 spring
                 with
                 De╌light
                 ;
                 on
                 Clo╌e
                 I
                 cou'd
                 gaze
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 all
                 
                 
                 day
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ;
                 on
                 Clo╌e
                 I
                 cou'd
                 gaze
                 all
                 the
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ;
                 on
                 Clo╌e
                 I
                 cou'd
                 gaze
                 all
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 Clo╌e
                 do
                 wish
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 Clo╌e
                 do
                 wish
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 Clo╌e
                 do
                 wish
                 for
                 each
                 night
                 .
                 day
                 ,
                 and
                 Clo╌e
                 do
                 wish
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 Clo╌e
                 do
                 wish
                 for
                 ,
                 and
                 Clo╌e
                 do
                 wish
                 for
                 each
                 night
                 .
                 Oh!
                 Oh!
                 did
                 Clo╌e
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 Oh!
                 did
                 Clo╌e
                 but
                 Oh!
                 Oh̄
                 did
                 Clo╌e
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 Oh!
                 did
                 Clo╌e
                 but
                 know
                 how
                 I
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Pleasure
                 of
                 Loving
                 a╌gain
                 ;
                 my
                 know
                 how
                 I
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Pleasure
                 of
                 Loving
                 a╌gain
                 ;
                 my
                 Pas╌sion
                 her
                 
                 
                 Pas╌sion
                 her
                 Favour
                 wou'd
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 my
                 Pas╌sion
                 her
                 Favour
                 wou'd
                 Fa╌vour
                 wou'd
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 my
                 Pas╌sion
                 her
                 Fa╌vour
                 wou'd
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 Prudence
                 she
                 'd
                 pi╌ty
                 my
                 Pain
                 :
                 Good
                 Nature
                 and
                 and
                 in
                 Prudence
                 she
                 'd
                 pi╌ty
                 my
                 Pain
                 :
                 Good
                 Nature
                 and
                 Int'╌rest
                 shou'd
                 both
                 make
                 her
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 Joy
                 she
                 might
                 give
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Int'╌rest
                 shou'd
                 both
                 make
                 her
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 Joy
                 she
                 might
                 give
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Joy
                 she
                 might
                 find
                 .
                 Joy
                 she
                 might
                 find
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 ,
                 Sung
                 at
                 the
                 Knighting
                 of
                 Don-Quixote
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 2d
                 .
                 Act.
                 
              
               
                 
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 all
                 ye
                 Muses
                 ,
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 all
                 ye
                 Mu╌ses
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 your
                 Lutes
                 strike
                 ,
                 strike
                 ,
                 strike
                 a╌roun╌d
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 your
                 Lutes
                 strike
                 ,
                 strike
                 ,
                 strike
                 a╌roun╌d
                 ,
                 your
                 Lutes
                 strike
                 a╌round
                 ;
                 when
                 a
                 Soldier
                 's
                 the
                 sto╌ry
                 ,
                 when
                 a
                 your
                 Lutes
                 strike
                 around
                 ;
                 when
                 a
                 Soldier
                 's
                 the
                 sto╌ry
                 ,
                 when
                 a
                 Soldier
                 's
                 the
                 sto╌ry
                 ,
                 what
                 Tongue
                 can
                 want
                 sound
                 ;
                 when
                 a
                 Soldier
                 's
                 the
                 Sto╌ry
                 ,
                 what
                 Soldier
                 's
                 the
                 sto╌ry
                 ,
                 what
                 Tongue
                 can
                 want
                 sound
                 ;
                 when
                 a
                 Soldier
                 's
                 the
                 sto╌ry
                 ,
                 what
                 
                 
                 Tongue
                 can
                 want
                 sound
                 ;
                 who
                 Danger
                 disdains
                 ,
                 who
                 Danger
                 disdains
                 ,
                 Wou╌nds
                 ,
                 Wounds
                 ,
                 Tongue
                 can
                 want
                 sound
                 ;
                 who
                 Danger
                 disdains
                 ,
                 who
                 Danger
                 disdains
                 ,
                 Wou╌nds
                 ,
                 Wounds
                 ,
                 Bruises
                 and
                 Pains
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Honour
                 of
                 Fighting
                 is
                 all
                 that
                 he
                 gains
                 ;
                 Rich
                 Bruises
                 and
                 Pains
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Honour
                 of
                 Fighting
                 is
                 all
                 that
                 he
                 gains
                 ;
                 Profit
                 comes
                 easy
                 ,
                 comes
                 ,
                 ea╌sy
                 ,
                 ea╌sy
                 in
                 Ci╌ties
                 of
                 Store
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Gold
                 is
                 earn'd
                 hard
                 where
                 the
                 Rich
                 Profit
                 comes
                 ea╌sy
                 ,
                 ea╌sy
                 in
                 Ci╌ties
                 of
                 Store
                 ,
                 Cannons
                 do
                 Ro╌ar
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Gold
                 is
                 earn'd
                 hard
                 where
                 the
                 Cannons
                 do
                 but
                 the
                 Gold
                 is
                 earn'd
                 hard
                 where
                 the
                 Cannons
                 do
                 Ro╌ar
                 ,
                 do
                 
                 
                 Roar
                 ;
                 
                   Brisk
                   Time.
                   
                
                 Yet
                 see
                 how
                 they
                 run
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 run
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 run
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 run
                 at
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Roar
                 ;
                 Yet
                 see
                 how
                 they
                 run
                 ,
                 how
                 they
                 run
                 at
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 a
                 Town
                 ,
                 thro'
                 Blood
                 ,
                 and
                 thro'
                 Fire
                 ,
                 to
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 ,
                 the
                 Storming
                 a
                 Town
                 ,
                 thro'
                 Blood
                 ,
                 and
                 thro'
                 Fire
                 ,
                 to
                 take
                 the
                 Half
                 Moon
                 ,
                 
                   Soft
                   .
                
                 thro'
                 Blood
                 ,
                 and
                 thro'
                 Fire
                 to
                 take
                 the
                 Half
                 Moon
                 ;
                 they
                 take
                 the
                 Half
                 Moon
                 ,
                 thro'
                 Blood
                 ,
                 and
                 thro'
                 Fire
                 to
                 take
                 the
                 Half
                 Moon
                 ;
                 Sca╌le
                 the
                 high
                 Wall
                 ,
                 they
                 Sca╌le
                 the
                 high
                 they
                 Sca╌le
                 the
                 high
                 Wall
                 ,
                 the
                 high
                 
                 
                 Wall
                 ,
                 whence
                 they
                 see
                 others
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 whence
                 they
                 see
                 o╌thers
                 Wall
                 ,
                 whence
                 they
                 see
                 others
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 fall
                 ,
                 whence
                 they
                 see
                 others
                 fall
                 ;
                 their
                 Hearts
                 precious
                 Darling
                 ,
                 bright
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 bright
                 fall
                 ;
                 their
                 Hearts
                 precious
                 Darling
                 ,
                 bright
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 bright
                 Glo╌ry
                 pur╌suing
                 ,
                 tho'
                 Death's
                 
                   Slow
                   .
                
                 un╌der
                 Foot
                 and
                 the
                 Glo╌ry
                 pur╌suing
                 ,
                 tho'
                 Death
                 's
                 under
                 Foot
                 and
                 the
                 Mine
                 is
                 just
                 blowing
                 ,
                 It
                 springs
                 ,
                 it
                 springs
                 ,
                 it
                 springs
                 ,
                 it
                 Mine
                 is
                 just
                 blowing
                 .
                 Up
                 they
                 Fl╌y
                 ,
                 it
                 
                 
                 springs
                 up
                 they
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 they
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 yet
                 springs
                 ,
                 it
                 springs
                 ,
                 it
                 springs
                 ,
                 it
                 springs
                 ,
                 up
                 they
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 will
                 sup╌ply
                 ,
                 as
                 Bridegrooms
                 to
                 yet
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 still
                 sup╌ply
                 ,
                 as
                 Bride╌grooms
                 to
                 Marry
                 they
                 has╌ten
                 to
                 die
                 ,
                 they
                 hasten
                 to
                 die
                 ;
                 till
                 Fate
                 claps
                 ,
                 Marry
                 they
                 has╌ten
                 ,
                 they
                 hasten
                 to
                 die
                 ;
                 till
                 Fate
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 her
                 Wings
                 ,
                 till
                 Fate
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 her
                 Wings
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 glad
                 Tydings
                 brings
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 her
                 Wings
                 ,
                 till
                 Fate
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 ,
                 claps
                 her
                 Wings
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 glad
                 Tydings
                 brings
                 ,
                 of
                 the
                 
                 
                 Breach
                 being
                 enter'd
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 they
                 'r
                 all
                 Kings
                 :
                 Then
                 Breach
                 being
                 enter'd
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 they
                 'r
                 all
                 Kings
                 :
                 happy
                 's
                 She
                 whose
                 Face
                 can
                 win
                 ,
                 then
                 hap╌py's
                 She
                 whose
                 Face
                 can
                 win
                 ,
                 can
                 win
                 a
                 Then
                 happy
                 's
                 She
                 ,
                 then
                 happy
                 's
                 She
                 whose
                 Face
                 can
                 win
                 ,
                 can
                 win
                 a
                 Soldier
                 's
                 Grace
                 ,
                 they
                 Range
                 about
                 in
                 State
                 ,
                 they
                 Range
                 about
                 in
                 State
                 ,
                 like
                 Gods
                 ,
                 like
                 Soldier
                 's
                 Grace
                 ,
                 they
                 Range
                 about
                 in
                 State
                 ,
                 they
                 Range
                 about
                 in
                 State
                 ,
                 like
                 Gods
                 ,
                 like
                 Gods
                 dis╌posing
                 Fate
                 ;
                 no
                 Lux╌u╌ry
                 in
                 Peace
                 ,
                 nor
                 Pleasure
                 in
                 ex╌cess
                 Gods
                 dis╌posing
                 Fate
                 ;
                 no
                 Lux╌u╌ry
                 in
                 Peace
                 ,
                 nor
                 Pleasure
                 in
                 ex╌cess
                 
                 
                 can
                 par╌ral╌lel
                 the
                 joys
                 ,
                 can
                 pa╌ral╌lel
                 the
                 joys
                 ,
                 the
                 can
                 par╌ral╌lel
                 the
                 joys
                 ,
                 can
                 pa╌ral╌lel
                 the
                 joys
                 ,
                 the
                 Mar╌tial
                 ,
                 Martial
                 He╌ro
                 Crown
                 when
                 flush'd
                 with
                 Ra╌ge
                 ,
                 Mar╌tial
                 He╌ro
                 Crown
                 when
                 flush'd
                 with
                 and
                 forc'd
                 by
                 want
                 ,
                 forc'd
                 by
                 want
                 ,
                 he
                 Stor╌ms
                 ,
                 Ra╌ge
                 ,
                 and
                 forc'd
                 by
                 want
                 ,
                 he
                 Stor╌ms
                 ,
                 he
                 he
                 Stor╌ms
                 a
                 wealthy
                 Town
                 .
                 Stor╌ms
                 a
                 wealthy
                 Town
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Dialogue
                 in
                 
                   Tyrannick
                   Love
                
                 ,
                 or
                 the
                 
                   Royal
                   Martyr
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 HArk
                 my
                 Daridcar
                 !
                 hark
                 we
                 're
                 cal'd
                 ,
                 we
                 're
                 cal'd
                 ,
                 we
                 're
                 cal'd
                 be╌low
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 go
                 to
                 releive
                 the
                 care
                 of
                 lon╌ging
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ;
                 Lovers
                 in
                 de╌spair
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ;
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 :
                 Merry
                 ,
                 merry
                 ,
                 merry
                 ,
                 we
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 goe
                 :
                 Merry
                 ,
                 merry
                 ,
                 merry
                 we
                 
                 
                 Sayle
                 form
                 the
                 East
                 ;
                 half
                 Tippl'd
                 at
                 the
                 Rainbow
                 Feast
                 ;
                 in
                 the
                 bright
                 Moonshine
                 whilst
                 the
                 Sayle
                 from
                 the
                 East
                 ;
                 half
                 Tippl'd
                 at
                 the
                 Rainbow
                 Feast
                 ;
                 Winds
                 whistle
                 lou╌d
                 ;
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 bright
                 Moonshine
                 ,
                 whilst
                 the
                 Winds
                 whistle
                 loud
                 ;
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ;
                 we
                 mount
                 ,
                 we
                 mount
                 ,
                 and
                 we
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ,
                 tivy
                 ;
                 we
                 mount
                 ,
                 we
                 mount
                 and
                 we
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 all
                 racking
                 a╌long
                 in
                 a
                 dawny
                 white
                 Cloud
                 ,
                 and
                 lest
                 our
                 leap
                 all
                 racking
                 a╌long
                 in
                 a
                 dawny
                 white
                 Cloud
                 ,
                 
                 
                 from
                 the
                 Sky
                 shou'd
                 prove
                 too
                 farr
                 ,
                 and
                 lest
                 our
                 leap
                 from
                 the
                 Sky
                 and
                 lest
                 our
                 leap
                 from
                 the
                 Sky
                 shou'd
                 prove
                 too
                 farr
                 ,
                 and
                 lest
                 our
                 leap
                 shou'd
                 prove
                 too
                 fa╌rr
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 sli╌de
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 slide
                 on
                 the
                 back
                 of
                 a
                 new
                 fal╌ling
                 from
                 the
                 Sky
                 shou'd
                 prove
                 too
                 farr
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 fli╌de
                 ,
                 we
                 'll
                 slide
                 on
                 the
                 back
                 of
                 a
                 new
                 falling
                 Starr
                 ,
                 and
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 from
                 a╌bove
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 of
                 Starr
                 ,
                 and
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 from
                 a╌bove
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 of
                 Love
                 ;
                 and
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 from
                 a╌bove
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 of
                 Love.
                 Love
                 ;
                 and
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 from
                 a╌bove
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 ,
                 a
                 gel╌ly
                 of
                 Love.
                 
                 
                 
                 But
                 now
                 the
                 Sun
                 's
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Element's
                 Red
                 ,
                 the
                 Spirits
                 of
                 Fire
                 against
                 us
                 make
                 Head
                 ;
                 they
                 muster
                 ,
                 they
                 muster
                 ,
                 they
                 muster
                 like
                 Gnats
                 in
                 the
                 Air
                 :
                 a╌las
                 I
                 must
                 leave
                 thee
                 my
                 Oh
                 stay
                 !
                 oh
                 Fair
                 ,
                 and
                 to
                 my
                 light
                 Horsemen
                 re╌pair
                 .
                 A╌las
                 I
                 must
                 leave
                 thee
                 ,
                 stay
                 !
                 oh
                 stay
                 !
                 stay
                 ,
                 stay
                 ,
                 oh
                 stay
                 ,
                 stay
                 ,
                 stay
                 ;
                 a╌las
                 I
                 must
                 leave
                 thee
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 I
                 must
                 leave
                 thee
                 ,
                 must
                 leave
                 thee
                 my
                 Fair.
                 
                 
                 
                 for
                 you
                 need
                 not
                 to
                 fear'em
                 ,
                 you
                 need
                 not
                 to
                 fear
                 'em
                 to
                 Night
                 ;
                 the
                 Wind
                 is
                 for
                 us
                 and
                 blo╌ws
                 full
                 in
                 their
                 sight
                 ,
                 and
                 o're
                 the
                 wide
                 Ocean
                 we
                 fi╌ght
                 ;
                 like
                 leaves
                 in
                 the
                 Autumn
                 our
                 Foes
                 will
                 fall
                 down
                 ,
                 and
                 hiss
                 in
                 the
                 Water
                 ,
                 and
                 hiss
                 in
                 the
                 Wa╌ter
                 ,
                 and
                 down
                 :
                 But
                 their
                 Men
                 lye
                 se╌curely
                 intrench'd
                 
                 
                 in
                 a
                 Cloud
                 ,
                 and
                 a
                 Trumpeter
                 ,
                 Hornet
                 ,
                 a
                 Trumpeter
                 ,
                 Hornet
                 to
                 Battle
                 ,
                 to
                 Bat╌tle
                 sounds
                 lou╌d
                 ;
                 no
                 mortals
                 that
                 spye
                 how
                 we
                 Tilt
                 in
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
                 with
                 wonder
                 will
                 gaze
                 and
                 fear
                 such
                 e╌vents
                 as
                 will
                 ne're
                 come
                 to
                 pass
                 ,
                 stay
                 Then
                 call
                 me
                 a╌gen
                 when
                 the
                 Battle
                 is
                 won
                 .
                 you
                 to
                 perform
                 what
                 the
                 Man
                 wou'd
                 have
                 done
                 .
                 
                   Turn
                   over
                   to
                   the
                   CHO
                
              
               
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   So
                   ready
                   ,
                   so
                   ready
                   and
                   quick
                   is
                   a
                   Spi╌rit
                   of
                   Air
                   ,
                   to
                   pi╌ty
                   ,
                   to
                   pi╌ty
                   the
                   So
                   realy
                   ,
                   so
                   ready
                   and
                   quick
                   is
                   a
                   Spi╌rit
                   of
                   Air
                   ,
                   to
                   pity
                   ,
                   to
                   pi╌ty
                   the
                   Lover
                   ,
                   and
                   succour
                   the
                   Fair
                   ;
                   that
                   si╌lent
                   and
                   swift
                   ,
                   si╌lent
                   and
                   swift
                   ,
                   Lover
                   ,
                   and
                   succour
                   the
                   Fair
                   ;
                   that
                   si╌lent
                   and
                   swift
                   ,
                   si╌lent
                   and
                   swift
                   the
                   lit╌tle
                   soft
                   God
                   ,
                   is
                   here
                   with
                   a
                   Wish
                   ,
                   and
                   is
                   si╌lent
                   and
                   swift
                   the
                   lit╌tle
                   soft
                   God
                   ,
                   is
                   here
                   with
                   a
                   Wish
                   ,
                   and
                   is
                   gone
                   with
                   a
                   Nod
                   ,
                   is
                   here
                   with
                   a
                   Wish
                   ,
                   and
                   is
                   gone
                   with
                   a
                   Nod.
                   gone
                   with
                   a
                   Nod
                   ,
                   is
                   here
                   with
                   a
                   Wish
                   ,
                   and
                   is
                   gone
                   with
                   a
                   Nod.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 NO
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ;
                 and
                 on╌ly
                 adds
                 new
                 weight
                 ,
                 and
                 vain
                 ,
                 vain
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ;
                 and
                 on╌ly
                 adds
                 new
                 on╌ly
                 adds
                 new
                 weight
                 ,
                 and
                 on╌ly
                 adds
                 new
                 weight
                 to
                 Cu╌pid's
                 weight
                 ,
                 and
                 on╌ly
                 adds
                 new
                 weight
                 ,
                 new
                 weight
                 ,
                 new
                 weight
                 to
                 Cu╌pid's
                 
                 
                 Chain
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 Chain
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌sistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌si╌stance
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 resistance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 re╌si╌stance
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 :
                 A
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ways
                 ;
                 is
                 but
                 vain
                 :
                 A
                 thousand
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ways
                 ;
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ways
                 ;
                 a
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 
                 
                 thousand
                 ,
                 thousand
                 Arts
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 the
                 tyrant
                 ,
                 the
                 tyrant
                 ,
                 the
                 tyrant
                 knows
                 to
                 Cap╌ti╌vate
                 ways
                 ,
                 a
                 thousand
                 Arts
                 ,
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 ,
                 the
                 tyrant
                 ,
                 the
                 tyrant
                 knows
                 to
                 Cap╌ti╌vates
                 our
                 hearts
                 ;
                 And
                 sometimes
                 our
                 hearts
                 ;
                 Sometimes
                 he
                 sighs
                 ,
                 he
                 sigh╌s
                 em╌ploys
                 ;
                 tryes
                 the
                 U╌niver╌sal
                 Language
                 of
                 the
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 The
                 fier╌ce
                 with
                 The
                 solt
                 with
                 ten╌derness
                 de╌coys
                 ,
                 fierce╌ness
                 he
                 destroys
                 .
                 
                 
                 the
                 soft
                 with
                 ten╌der╌ness
                 de╌coys
                 ;
                 He
                 kills
                 the
                 stron╌g
                 ,
                 He
                 kills
                 the
                 stron╌g
                 ,
                 he
                 kills
                 the
                 he
                 kills
                 the
                 stron╌g
                 with
                 joy
                 ,
                 with
                 jo╌y
                 ,
                 stron╌g
                 with
                 joy
                 ,
                 with
                 jo╌y
                 ,
                 he
                 kills
                 the
                 strong
                 with
                 joy
                 ;
                 he
                 kills
                 the
                 strong
                 with
                 joy
                 ;
                 the
                 weak
                 with
                 the
                 weak
                 with
                 pain
                 ,
                 the
                 weak
                 with
                 pain
                 .
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 pain
                 ,
                 the
                 weak
                 with
                 pain
                 ,
                 the
                 weak
                 with
                 pain
                 .
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
              
               
                 End
                 with
                 first
                 Strain
                 from
                 this
                 
                   
                   
                     vocal
                     join
                  
                
                 mark
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 ,
                 in
                 
                   King
                   Arthur
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SOund
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌ren╌der
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌ren╌der
                 ,
                 sound
                 a
                 Fa╌ir
                 ,
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 Surrender
                 ;
                 set
                 your selves
                 and
                 your
                 Parly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 ,
                 found
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌render
                 ;
                 set
                 your selves
                 and
                 your
                 Lovers
                 at
                 ease
                 :
                 He
                 's
                 a
                 gratefull
                 ,
                 a
                 gratefull
                 Of╌fender
                 who
                 plea╌sure
                 Lovers
                 at
                 ease
                 :
                 He
                 's
                 a
                 gratefull
                 ,
                 a
                 gratefull
                 Of╌fender
                 who
                 pleasure
                 ,
                 who
                 plea╌sure
                 dare
                 seize
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 whining
                 pre╌tender
                 ,
                 the
                 dare
                 seize
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 whining
                 ,
                 the
                 
                 
                 whineing
                 preten╌der
                 is
                 sure
                 to
                 displease
                 :
                 Sound
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌ren╌der
                 ,
                 whineing
                 preten╌der
                 is
                 sure
                 to
                 dis╌please
                 :
                 Sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 a
                 Parly
                 ye
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 a
                 Parly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 ,
                 sou╌nd
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌ren╌der
                 ,
                 sound
                 a
                 Parly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 ,
                 sound
                 a
                 Par╌ly
                 ye
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌render
                 ;
                 since
                 the
                 fruit
                 of
                 de╌sire
                 is
                 possessing
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 un╌man╌ly
                 to
                 sigh
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 un╌manly
                 Fair
                 and
                 sur╌render
                 ;
                 since
                 the
                 fruit
                 of
                 de╌sire
                 is
                 possessing
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 un╌man╌ly
                 to
                 sigh
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 un╌manly
                 to
                 sigh
                 and
                 complain
                 ;
                 When
                 we
                 kneel
                 for
                 re╌dressing
                 ,
                 when
                 we
                 kneel
                 for
                 re╌dressing
                 ,
                 to
                 sigh
                 and
                 com╌plain
                 ;
                 When
                 we
                 kneel
                 for
                 redressing
                 ,
                 when
                 we
                 
                 
                 we
                 mo╌ve
                 your
                 dis╌dain
                 ;
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 kneel
                 for
                 re╌dressing
                 we
                 mo╌ve
                 your
                 dis╌dain
                 ;
                 Love
                 was
                 Bles╌sing
                 ,
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 made
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 ,
                 was
                 and
                 not
                 for
                 a
                 Pain
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 and
                 not
                 for
                 a
                 Pain
                 ,
                 Love
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 and
                 not
                 for
                 a
                 Pain
                 .
                 Bles╌sing
                 ,
                 was
                 made
                 for
                 a
                 Bles╌sing
                 and
                 not
                 for
                 a
                 Pain
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Let
                 
                   Hector
                   ,
                   Achilles
                
                 ,
                 a
                 two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LET
                 
                   Hector
                   ,
                   A╌chil╌les
                
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 brave
                 Com╌man╌der
                 ,
                 let
                 
                   Hector
                   A╌chil╌les
                
                 ,
                 Let
                 
                   Hector
                   A╌chil╌les
                
                 ,
                 and
                 and
                 each
                 brave
                 Commander
                 ,
                 with
                 Caesar
                 and
                 Pompey
                 ,
                 with
                 Caesar
                 and
                 each
                 brave
                 Commander
                 ,
                 and
                 each
                 brave
                 Commander
                 ,
                 with
                 Caesar
                 and
                 Pompey
                 ,
                 with
                 Pompey
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 ,
                 great
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 A╌lex╌ander
                 ;
                 all
                 Nations
                 and
                 Kingdoms
                 ,
                 all
                 Nations
                 and
                 Caesar
                 and
                 Pompey
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 ,
                 and
                 great
                 A╌lex╌ander
                 ;
                 all
                 Nations
                 and
                 Kingdoms
                 ,
                 all
                 Kingdoms
                 with
                 Conquest
                 subdue
                 ,
                 with
                 Conquest
                 ,
                 with
                 Conquest
                 sub╌due
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 than
                 all
                 Nations
                 and
                 Kingdoms
                 ,
                 with
                 Conquest
                 subdue
                 ,
                 with
                 Conquest
                 ,
                 with
                 Conquest
                 sub╌due
                 ,
                 yet
                 
                 
                 this
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 than
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 than
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 bright
                 more
                 than
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 than
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 than
                 all
                 this
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 bright
                 Celia
                 can
                 do
                 .
                 For
                 one
                 sin╌gle
                 glance
                 from
                 her
                 conquering
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 will
                 take
                 'em
                 all
                 Ce╌lia
                 can
                 do
                 .
                 For
                 one
                 sin╌gle
                 glance
                 from
                 her
                 conquering
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 will
                 take
                 'em
                 all
                 Captive
                 by
                 way
                 of
                 Sur╌prize
                 ;
                 the
                 Trophies
                 and
                 Crowns
                 of
                 their
                 powerfull
                 Arms
                 ,
                 are
                 sacri╌fic'd
                 Captive
                 by
                 way
                 of
                 Sur╌prize
                 ;
                 the
                 Trophies
                 and
                 Crowns
                 of
                 their
                 powerfull
                 Arms
                 ,
                 are
                 sacri╌fic'd
                 all
                 to
                 
                 Ce╌lia's
                 bright
                 Charms
                 ;
                 in
                 Chains
                 and
                 in
                 Tri╌umph
                 ,
                 all
                 to
                 
                 Ce╌lia's
                 bright
                 Charms
                 ;
                 in
                 Ghains
                 and
                 in
                 
                 
                 in
                 Chains
                 and
                 in
                 Tri╌umph
                 she
                 carries
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 Tri╌umph
                 she
                 carries
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 she
                 but
                 frown
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
                 if
                 she
                 but
                 frown
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fa╌ll
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
                 dow╌n
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 ;
                 in
                 Chains
                 and
                 in
                 Tri╌umph
                 down
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 ;
                 in
                 Chains
                 she
                 carries
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 she
                 but
                 and
                 in
                 Tri╌umph
                 she
                 carries
                 them
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 if
                 she
                 but
                 
                 
                 frown
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fa╌ll
                 ,
                 dow╌n
                 ,
                 frown
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fa╌ll
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fa╌ll
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 .
                 down
                 ,
                 then
                 down
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 down
                 ,
                 dow╌n
                 they
                 all
                 fall
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 
                   What
                   a
                   sad
                   Fate
                
                 ,
                 a
                 two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WHat
                 a
                 sad
                 ,
                 sa╌d
                 Fate
                 is
                 mine
                 ,
                 is
                 mine
                 ,
                 is
                 mine
                 ;
                 what
                 a
                 sad
                 ,
                 sa╌d
                 Fate
                 is
                 mine
                 ;
                 my
                 Love
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 is
                 my
                 crime
                 :
                 
                 
                 my
                 Love
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 is
                 my
                 crime
                 ?
                 what
                 a
                 sad
                 ,
                 what
                 a
                 sad
                 ,
                 sa╌d
                 Fate
                 is
                 mine
                 ?
                 or
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 shou'd
                 she
                 be
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 shou'd
                 she
                 be
                 more
                 ea╌sy
                 ,
                 more
                 ea╌sy
                 ,
                 more
                 ea╌sy
                 ,
                 ea╌sy
                 ,
                 and
                 free
                 to
                 a╌ll
                 ,
                 than
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 a╌ll
                 than
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 a╌ll
                 than
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 
                 
                 a╌ll
                 than
                 to
                 me
                 ?
                 But
                 if
                 by
                 dis╌dain
                 ,
                 but
                 if
                 by
                 dis╌dain
                 she
                 can
                 les╌sen
                 my
                 pain
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 all
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 I
                 im╌plore
                 ;
                 to
                 make
                 me
                 Love
                 less
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 me
                 Love
                 less
                 ,
                 or
                 her self
                 to
                 Love
                 more
                 ;
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 to
                 make
                 me
                 Love
                 less
                 ,
                 or
                 her self
                 to
                 Love
                 more
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Dialogue
                 in
                 the
                 
                   4
                   th
                   .
                
                 Act
                 of
                 the
                 2d
                 .
                 Part
                 of
                 Don-Quixote
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   SInce
                   Times
                   are
                   so
                   bad
                   ,
                   I
                   must
                   tell
                   you
                   sweet
                   Heart
                   ,
                   I
                   'm
                   thinking
                   to
                   leave
                   off
                   my
                   Plough
                   and
                   my
                   Cart
                   ,
                   and
                   to
                   the
                   Fair
                   Cit╌ty
                   a
                   Journey
                   will
                   goe
                   ,
                   to
                   better
                   my
                   Fortune
                   as
                   other
                   folk
                   do
                   ;
                   Since
                   some
                   have
                   from
                   Ditches
                   ,
                   and
                   course
                   Leather
                   Breeches
                   ,
                   been
                   rais'd
                   ,
                   been
                   rais'd
                   to
                   be
                   Rulers
                   and
                   wallow'd
                   in
                   Riches
                   ,
                   prithee
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   from
                   thy
                   Wheel
                   ,
                   prithee
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   from
                   thy
                   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
                   Pri╌de
                   of
                   thy
                   mind
                   ;
                   our
                   Sheep
                   now
                   at
                   random
                   dis╌order╌ly
                   run
                   ,
                   and
                   now
                   ,
                   and
                   now
                   Sundays
                   Jacket
                   goes
                   e╌very
                   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
                   pre╌serment
                   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
                   a╌days
                   plague╌ly
                   Charms
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   And
                   so
                   lose
                   a
                   Limb
                   by
                   a
                   Shot
                   or
                   a
                   Blow
                   ,
                   and
                   curse
                   thy self
                   af╌ter
                   for
                   leaving
                   ,
                   for
                   leaving
                   the
                   Plough
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   Sup╌pose
                   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
                   how╌e╌ver
                   yields
                   profit
                   for
                   Life
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   help
                   some
                   fine
                   Lord
                   to
                   a╌nother's
                   fine
                   Wife
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   That
                   's
                   dangerous
                   too
                   ,
                   a╌mongst
                   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
                   af╌fair
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   To
                   make
                   our
                   Corn
                   grow
                   ,
                   and
                   our
                   Ap╌ple
                   Trees
                   bear
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   2
                   Voc.
                   
                
                 
                   
                   Ambition's
                   ,
                   Ambition's
                   a
                   Trade
                   ,
                   a
                   Trade
                   no
                   Contentment
                   can
                   show
                   ,
                   so
                   I
                   'le
                   to
                   my
                   Distaff
                   ;
                   Ambition's
                   ,
                   Am╌bition'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
                   ,
                   Am╌bition'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
                   Ap╌ple
                   Trees
                   beare
                   ;
                   Let
                   all
                   our
                   whole
                   care
                   be
                   our
                   Farming
                   affair
                   ,
                   to
                   make
                   our
                   Corn
                   grow
                   and
                   our
                   Ap╌ple
                   Trees
                   bear
                   ;
                   Am╌bition's
                   ,
                   Am╌bition's
                   a
                   Trade
                   ,
                   a
                   Trade
                   no
                   Content╌ment
                   can
                   show
                   ,
                   so
                   I
                   'le
                   to
                   my
                   Distaff
                   ;
                   Amb╌ition's
                   ,
                   Am╌bition's
                   a
                   Trade
                   no
                   Con╌tentment
                   can
                   show
                   ,
                   and
                   Am╌bition's
                   ,
                   Am╌bition's
                   a
                   Trade
                   ,
                   a
                   Trade
                   no
                   Con╌tent╌ment
                   can
                   show
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   I
                   to
                   my
                   Plough
                   ;
                   Am╌bition's
                   ,
                   Am╌bition's
                   a
                   Trade
                   no
                   Con╌tentment
                   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
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 for
                 He
                 no
                 sooner
                 fills
                 my
                 Head
                 with
                 migh╌ty
                 Wine
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 my
                 Caresresign
                 ,
                 and
                 droop
                 ,
                 and
                 droop
                 ,
                 then
                 sink
                 ,
                 sink
                 down
                 dead
                 .
                 Then
                 ,
                 then
                 the
                 plea╌sing
                 thoughts
                 be╌gin
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 in
                 Ri╌ches
                 flow
                 ,
                 at
                 
                 
                 least
                 I
                 fancy
                 so
                 .
                 And
                 without
                 thought
                 of
                 want
                 I
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 I
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 stretch'd
                 on
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 my
                 Head
                 all
                 a╌round
                 ,
                 with
                 Flowers
                 Weav╌v'd
                 in╌to
                 a
                 Garland
                 Crown'd
                 ;
                 Then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 be╌gin
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 and
                 scorn
                 what
                 all
                 the
                 world
                 can
                 show
                 or
                 give
                 .
                 Let
                 the
                 bra╌ve
                 Fools
                 that
                 fondly
                 think
                 of
                 Honour
                 ,
                 and
                 delight
                 to
                 make
                 a
                 Noise
                 ,
                 a
                 noise
                 and
                 Fi╌ght
                 ,
                 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
                 fa╌ll
                 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
                 dea╌d
                 Drunk
                 ;
                 the
                 Fighting
                 Fool
                 shall
                 see
                 ,
                 when
                 I
                 am
                 sunk
                 ,
                 the
                 diff'rence
                 to
                 lye
                 dead
                 ,
                 and
                 l╌ye
                 dead
                 drunk
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   'T
                   is
                   Nature's
                   Voice
                
                 ,
                 a
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 'T
                 Is
                 Nature's
                 Voice
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Nature's
                 Voice
                 ,
                 thro'
                 all
                 the
                 move╌ing
                 Wood
                 of
                 Creatures
                 un╌der╌stood
                 ;
                 the
                 U╌ni╌ver╌sal
                 Tongue
                 ,
                 the
                 U╌ni╌ver╌sal
                 Tongue
                 to
                 none
                 of
                 all
                 her
                 nume'rous
                 Ra╌ce
                 unknown
                 ,
                 from
                 her
                 ,
                 from
                 her
                 it
                 learnt
                 the
                 migh╌ty
                 ,
                 the
                 migh╌ty
                 ,
                 the
                 migh╌ty
                 Art
                 to
                 Cou╌rt
                 the
                 Ear
                 ,
                 or
                 strike
                 ,
                 or
                 stri╌ke
                 
                 
                 the
                 Heart
                 ,
                 at
                 once
                 the
                 Passions
                 to
                 express
                 and
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 at
                 once
                 the
                 Passions
                 to
                 ex╌press
                 ,
                 to
                 ex╌press
                 and
                 mo╌ve
                 ;
                 we
                 hear
                 ,
                 and
                 strait
                 we
                 grie╌ve
                 or
                 hate
                 ,
                 and
                 strait
                 we
                 grie╌ve
                 or
                 hate
                 ,
                 re╌joy╌ce
                 or╌Love
                 :
                 in
                 un╌seen
                 Chains
                 it
                 does
                 the
                 Fan╌cy
                 bin╌d
                 ,
                 it
                 does
                 ,
                 it
                 does
                 the
                 
                 
                 Fa╌cy
                 bind
                 ,
                 at
                 once
                 it
                 Char╌ms
                 the
                 Sense
                 and
                 Cap╌ti╌vates
                 the
                 Mind
                 ,
                 at
                 once
                 it
                 Char╌ms
                 the
                 Sense
                 and
                 Cap╌ti╌vates
                 the
                 Mind
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Ah
                 me
                 too
                 many
                 Deaths
                 ,
                 
                   a
                   single
                   SONG
                   by
                   Mr.
                
                 J.
                 Crown
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AH╌me
                 !
                 Ah╌me
                 !
                 to
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 deaths
                 ,
                 to
                 many
                 deaths
                 decreed
                 ;
                 to
                 many
                 ,
                 ma╌ny
                 deaths
                 de╌creed
                 ;
                 My
                 Love
                 to
                 
                 
                 War
                 ,
                 to
                 Wa╌r
                 goes
                 ev'ry
                 day
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 to
                 Wa╌r
                 goes
                 ev'╌ry
                 day
                 ;
                 In
                 ev'ry
                 Wound
                 of
                 his
                 I
                 bleed
                 ,
                 I
                 dy╌e
                 the
                 hour
                 he
                 goes
                 a╌way
                 ;
                 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
                 fl╌y
                 swift
                 ye
                 Hours
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 fl╌y
                 ,
                 fl╌y
                 swi╌ft
                 ,
                 thou
                 la╌zy
                 ,
                 la╌zy
                 ,
                 la╌zY
                 Sun
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 and
                 drive
                 the
                 te╌dious
                 Minutes
                 on
                 ,
                 the
                 te╌dious
                 Minutes
                 on
                 ,
                 on
                 :
                 Bring
                 back
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 ,
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 to
                 my
                 sight
                 ,
                 bring
                 back
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 ,
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 to
                 my
                 sight
                 ,
                 
                 
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 ,
                 than
                 thy self
                 more
                 bright
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 make
                 hast
                 ,
                 bring
                 back
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 ,
                 my
                 Bel╌vi╌de╌ra
                 to╌my
                 sight
                 ,
                 Swifter
                 than
                 Time
                 my
                 ea╌ger
                 Wi╌shes
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 swifter
                 than
                 Time
                 my
                 ea╌ger
                 Wi╌sher
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 my
                 ea╌ger
                 Wishes
                 move
                 ,
                 and
                 scorn
                 the
                 bea╌ten
                 Paths
                 ,
                 and
                 scorn
                 the
                 bea╌ten
                 Paths
                 of
                 Vul╌gar
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 scorn
                 the
                 be●●●●
                 
                 
                 Paths
                 ,
                 and
                 scorn
                 the
                 beaten
                 Pa╌ths
                 of
                 Vul╌gar
                 Love
                 ,
                 and
                 scorn
                 the
                 beaten
                 pa╌ths
                 of
                 Vul╌gar
                 Lo╌ve
                 .
                 Soft
                 Peace
                 is
                 banish'd
                 from
                 my
                 tor╌tur'd
                 Breast
                 ,
                 soft
                 Peace
                 ,
                 soft
                 Peace
                 is
                 banish'd
                 from
                 my
                 tor╌tur'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
                 Nigh╌ts
                 of
                 rest
                 .
                 Yet
                 tho'her
                 cru╌el
                 Scorn
                 pro╌vokes
                 De╌spair
                 ,
                 
                 
                 yet
                 tho'
                 her
                 cru╌el
                 Scorn
                 ,
                 her
                 cru╌el
                 Scorn
                 pro╌vokes
                 De╌spair
                 ,
                 my
                 Passion
                 still
                 is
                 strong
                 ,
                 my
                 Passion
                 still
                 is
                 stro╌ng
                 ,
                 my
                 Passion
                 still
                 is
                 stro╌ng
                 ,
                 as
                 she
                 is
                 fair
                 ;
                 Still
                 must
                 I
                 Love
                 ,
                 still
                 bless
                 the
                 plea╌sing
                 Pain
                 ,
                 still
                 ourt
                 my
                 Ruine
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 court
                 my
                 Ru╌ine
                 ,
                 and
                 em╌brace
                 my
                 Chain
                 ;
                 still
                 court
                 my
                 Ruine
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 court
                 my
                 Ru╌ine
                 ,
                 and
                 em╌brace
                 my
                 Chain
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 STORM
                 ,
                 a
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 BLow
                 ,
                 blow
                 Boreas
                 ,
                 blow
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 thy
                 sur╌ly
                 Winds
                 make
                 the
                 Bil╌lows
                 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
                 kee╌p
                 the
                 Gun
                 Room
                 clear
                 ;
                 tho'
                 Hell
                 's
                 broke
                 loose
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Devils
                 roar
                 abroad
                 ,
                 whilst
                 we
                 have
                 Sea╌room
                 here
                 ,
                 Boys
                 ,
                 never
                 fear
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 fear
                 .
                 Hey
                 !
                 how
                 she
                 tosses
                 up
                 !
                 how
                 far
                 the
                 mounting
                 Top╌mast
                 touch'd
                 a
                 Starr
                 ;
                 the
                 Meteors
                 blaz'd
                 as
                 thro'
                 the
                 Clouds
                 we
                 came
                 ,
                 and
                 Sa╌la╌mander
                 
                 
                 like
                 ,
                 we
                 li╌ve
                 in
                 Flame
                 ;
                 but
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 we
                 sink
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 we
                 go
                 down
                 to
                 the
                 deep╌est
                 Shades
                 be╌low
                 .
                 A╌las
                 !
                 a╌las
                 !
                 where
                 are
                 we
                 now
                 !
                 who
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 tell
                 !
                 sure
                 't
                 is
                 the
                 low╌est
                 Room
                 of
                 Hell
                 ,
                 or
                 where
                 the
                 Sea╌Gods
                 dwell
                 :
                 With
                 them
                 we
                 'll
                 live
                 ,
                 with
                 them
                 we
                 'll
                 live
                 and
                 raign
                 ,
                 with
                 them
                 we
                 'll
                 lau╌gh
                 ,
                 and
                 sing
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 amain
                 ,
                 with
                 them
                 we
                 'll
                 lau╌gh
                 and
                 sing
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 amain
                 ;
                 but
                 see
                 ,
                 we
                 mount
                 ,
                 see
                 ,
                 see
                 ,
                 we
                 rise
                 a╌gain
                 .
              
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   .
                
                 
                 
                   Tho'
                   Fla╌shes
                   of
                   Lightning
                   and
                   Tem╌pests
                   of
                   Rain
                   ,
                   do
                   fierce╌ly
                   con╌tend
                   Tho'
                   Fla╌shes
                   of
                   Lightning
                   and
                   Tem╌pests
                   of
                   Rain
                   ,
                   do
                   fierce╌ly
                   con╌tend
                   
                   
                   which
                   shall
                   conquer
                   the
                   Maine
                   ;
                   tho'
                   the
                   Captain
                   does
                   swear
                   ,
                   in╌stead
                   of
                   a
                   Pray'r
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   which
                   shall
                   conquer
                   the
                   Maine
                   ;
                   tho'
                   the
                   Captaine
                   does
                   swear
                   ,
                   in╌stead
                   of
                   a
                   Pray'r
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                
                 
                   Seas
                   is
                   all
                   Fire
                   by
                   the
                
                 Daemons
                 
                   o'
                   th'
                   Air
                   ;
                   we
                   'll
                   drink
                   and
                   de╌fie
                   ,
                   we
                   'll
                   drink
                   and
                   de╌fie
                   Seas
                   is
                   all
                   Fire
                   by
                   the
                
                 Daemons
                 
                   o'
                   th'
                   Air
                   ;
                   we
                   'll
                   drink
                   and
                   de╌fie
                   ,
                   we
                   'll
                   the
                   mad
                   Spi╌rits
                   that
                   fly
                   from
                   the
                   Deep
                   ,
                   to
                   the
                   Sky
                   ,
                   that
                   fly
                   ,
                   fl╌y
                   ,
                   from
                   the
                
                 
                   drink
                   and
                   de╌fie
                   the
                   mad
                   Spi╌rits
                   that
                   fly
                   from
                   the
                   Deep
                   to
                   the
                   Sky
                   ,
                   that
                   fl╌y
                   from
                   the
                
                 
                   Deep
                   to
                   the
                   Sky
                   ,
                   and
                   si╌ng
                   whilst
                   loud
                   Thunder
                   ,
                   and
                   si╌ng
                   whilst
                   loud
                   Thunder
                   does
                
                 
                   Deep
                   to
                   the
                   Sky
                   ,
                   and
                   si╌ng
                   whilst
                   loud
                   Thun╌der
                   ,
                   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
                
                 
                   Salt╌water
                   Wave
                   ,
                   to
                   drown
                   ,
                   to
                   drown
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   never
                   to
                   drown
                   a
                   good
                   Fellow
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   ,
                
                 
                   Salt╌water
                   Wave
                   ,
                   to
                   drown
                   ,
                   to
                   drown
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   never
                   to
                   drown
                   a
                   good
                   Fellow
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   to
                   drown
                   a
                   good
                   Fellow
                   ;
                   no
                   ne╌ver
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   to
                   drown
                   ,
                
                 ╌
                 
                   ne╌ver
                   to
                   drown
                   a
                   good
                   Fellow
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   to
                   drown
                   ,
                
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   to
                   drown
                   a
                   good
                   Fellow
                   .
                
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   ,
                   ne╌ver
                   to
                   drown
                   a
                   good
                   Fellow
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   Strike
                   the
                
                 Viol
                 ,
                 
                   touch
                   the
                
                 Lute
                 ,
                 a
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 STrike
                 the
                 Vi╌ol
                 ,
                 strike
                 the
                 Vi╌ol
                 ,
                 touch
                 ,
                 touch
                 ,
                 touch
                 ,
                 touch
                 ,
                 touch
                 ,
                 touch
                 the
                 Lute
                 ;
                 wake
                 the
                 Harp
                 ,
                 wake
                 the
                 Harp
                 ,
                 wake
                 the
                 Harp
                 ,
                 In╌spi╌re
                 the
                 Flute
                 ,
                 wake
                 the
                 Harp
                 ,
                 In╌spi╌re
                 the
                 Flute
                 :
                 Sing
                 your
                 Pa╌tro╌nes╌se's
                 Praise
                 ,
                 sing
                 your
                 Pa╌tro╌nes╌se's
                 Praise
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 in
                 cheer╌full
                 and
                 har╌mo╌nious
                 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
                 A╌stre╌a's
                 sight
                 I
                 was
                 so
                 rude╌ly
                 torn
                 ,
                 my
                 Soul
                 has
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 has
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 known
                 de╌light
                 ,
                 un╌less
                 it
                 were
                 to
                 mourn
                 ,
                 to
                 mourn
                 ,
                 un╌less
                 ,
                 un╌less
                 ,
                 it
                 were
                 to
                 mourn
                 ,
                 mourn
                 .
                 But
                 oh
                 !
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 with
                 weep╌ing
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 and
                 bleeding
                 ,
                 bleed╌ing
                 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
                 re╌pen╌ting
                 ,
                 where
                 re╌pen╌ting
                 Ce╌lia
                 lies
                 ,
                 with
                 blush╌ing
                 Cheeks
                 ,
                 with
                 blush╌ing
                 Cheeks
                 ,
                 and
                 mel╌ting
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 be╌moaning
                 ,
                 be╌moaning
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 mourn╌full
                 ,
                 mourn╌full
                 Shade
                 ,
                 the
                 ruins
                 ,
                 the
                 ruins
                 in
                 her
                 Heart
                 and
                 
                 
                 Fame
                 ,
                 which
                 sin╌full
                 ,
                 sin╌full
                 Love
                 has
                 made
                 :
                 Oh!
                 Oh!
                 Oh!
                 let
                 thy
                 Tears
                 ,
                 fair
                 Ce╌lia
                 flo╌w
                 ,
                 let
                 thy
                 Tears
                 ,
                 fai╌r
                 Ce╌lia
                 flow
                 ,
                 for
                 ,
                 that
                 Ce╌les╌tial
                 wond╌'rous
                 ,
                 wond╌'rous
                 ,
                 wond╌'rous
                 dew
                 ,
                 more
                 gra╌ces
                 on
                 thee
                 will
                 be╌flow
                 ,
                 than
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 than
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 than
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 than
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 thy
                 Dresses
                 ,
                 and
                 thy
                 Ar╌ts
                 cou'd
                 doe
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   Ah!
                   ah
                   !
                   ah
                
                 !
                 Belinda
                 ,
                 a
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AH
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 Be╌lin╌da
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 prest
                 with
                 tor╌ment
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 Be╌lin╌da
                 I
                 am
                 prest
                 with
                 tor╌ment
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 ex╌press'd
                 :
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 Be╌lin╌da
                 ,
                 I
                 am
                 pre╌st
                 with
                 tor╌ment
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 Be╌lin╌da
                 I
                 am
                 pres'd
                 with
                 tor╌ments
                 not
                 to
                 be
                 ex╌press'd
                 .
                 Peace
                 and
                 I
                 are
                 strangers
                 grown
                 ,
                 Peace
                 and
                 I
                 are
                 strangers
                 ,
                 strangers
                 grown
                 ,
                 I
                 Lan╌guish
                 
                 
                 till
                 my
                 grief
                 be
                 known
                 ,
                 I
                 Lan╌guish
                 ,
                 till
                 my
                 grief
                 be
                 known
                 ,
                 yet
                 wou'd
                 not
                 ,
                 yet
                 wou'd
                 not
                 ,
                 wou'd
                 not
                 have
                 it
                 gue╌st
                 .
                 Peace
                 and
                 I
                 are
                 stran╌gers
                 grown
                 ,
                 Peace
                 and
                 I
                 are
                 stran╌gers
                 ,
                 stran╌gers
                 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
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 weep
                 !
                 My
                 Eyes
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 mo╌re
                 ,
                 
                 
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 shall
                 wel╌come
                 sleep
                 :
                 I
                 'le
                 hide
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 'le
                 hide
                 me
                 from
                 the
                 sight
                 of
                 Day
                 ,
                 and
                 sigh
                 ,
                 sigh
                 ,
                 sigh
                 my
                 Soul
                 a╌way
                 .
                 
                 
                 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
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 
                 
                 e╌ver
                 weep
                 !
                 He
                 's
                 gone
                 ,
                 he
                 's
                 gone
                 ,
                 he
                 's
                 gone
                 ,
                 his
                 loss
                 de╌plore
                 ;
                 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
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   D╌Vl╌ci╌bel╌la
                   ,
                   Dulci╌bel╌la
                
                 ,
                 when
                 e're
                 I
                 sue
                 for
                 a
                 Kiss
                 ;
                 
                   Dulci╌bel╌la
                   ,
                   Dulci╌
                
                 
                   Dul╌ci╌bel╌la
                   ,
                   Dulci╌bel╌la
                
                 ,
                 ╌
                 bella
                 ,
                 when
                 e're
                 I
                 sue
                 for
                 a
                 Kiss
                 ,
                 re╌fusing
                 the
                 Bliss
                 ,
                 cry's
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 Dul╌ci╌bella
                 ,
                 when
                 e're
                 I
                 sue
                 for
                 a
                 Kiss
                 ,
                 re╌fu╌sing
                 the
                 Bliss
                 ,
                 cry's
                 
                 
                 no
                 ,
                 cry's
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 leave
                 me
                 ,
                 leave
                 me
                 ,
                 leave
                 me
                 A╌lex╌is
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 what
                 wou'd
                 you
                 do
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 cry's
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 leave
                 me
                 ,
                 leave
                 me
                 A╌lex╌is
                 ,
                 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
                 you
                 ,
                 what
                 wou'd
                 you
                 ,
                 what
                 wou'd
                 you
                 do
                 ?
                 when
                 I
                 when
                 I
                 tell
                 her
                 I
                 'le
                 go
                 ,
                 still
                 she
                 cry's
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 my
                 A╌lex╌is
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 tell
                 her
                 I
                 'le
                 go
                 ,
                 still
                 she
                 cry's
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 my
                 A╌lex╌is
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 my
                 A╌lex╌is
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 so
                 ;
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 no
                 ,
                 my
                 A╌lex╌is
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 ,
                 tell
                 we
                 not
                 so
                 ;
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 
                 
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 so
                 .
                 Tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 so
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 tell
                 me
                 not
                 so
                 .
                 Tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 coming
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 coming
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 com╌ing
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 shy
                 ;
                 why
                 so
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 coming
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 coming
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 shy
                 ,
                 why
                 so
                 kind
                 ,
                 so
                 kind
                 ,
                 so
                 kind
                 ,
                 so
                 kind
                 ,
                 and
                 why
                 ,
                 and
                 why
                 so
                 coy
                 ;
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 kind
                 ,
                 so
                 kind
                 ,
                 and
                 why
                 so
                 coy
                 ,
                 and
                 why
                 so
                 coy
                 ;
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 you
                 'l
                 neither
                 let
                 me
                 Fig╌ht
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 you
                 'l
                 neither
                 let
                 me
                 Fig╌ht
                 
                 
                 nor
                 fly
                 ;
                 tell
                 me
                 nor
                 fly
                 :
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 you
                 'l
                 neither
                 let
                 me
                 li╌ve
                 ,
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 fair
                 one
                 ,
                 tell
                 me
                 why
                 ,
                 you
                 'l
                 neither
                 let
                 me
                 you
                 'l
                 li╌ve
                 ,
                 you
                 'l
                 neither
                 let
                 me
                 neither
                 let
                 me
                 li╌ve
                 nor
                 dye
                 .
                 li╌ve
                 nor
                 dye
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Let
                 Caesar
                 and
                 Urania
                 live
                 ,
                 a
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LET
                 Caesar
                 and
                 V╌ra╌nia
                 Let
                 Caesar
                 and
                 U╌ra╌nia
                 live
                 ,
                 live
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌is
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 Royal
                 Pair
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 that
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 descend
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 upon
                 the
                 Royal
                 Pair
                 descend
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 Royal
                 Pair
                 de╌scend
                 :
                 Let
                 Caesar
                 and
                 U╌ra╌nia
                 live
                 ,
                 let
                 Ray╌al
                 Pair
                 descend
                 :
                 Let
                 Caesar
                 and
                 U╌ra╌nia
                 live
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 
                 
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 Royal
                 Pair
                 descend
                 ;
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 Roy╌al
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 upon
                 the
                 Roy╌al
                 Pair
                 de╌scend
                 ;
                 Pair
                 descend
                 ,
                 let
                 all
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 the
                 Stars
                 can
                 give
                 ,
                 up╌on
                 the
                 Roy╌al
                 Pair
                 de╌scend
                 ;
                 let
                 Discord
                 to
                 the
                 shades
                 be
                 driv'n
                 ,
                 let
                 Discord
                 to
                 the
                 shades
                 be
                 driv'n
                 ,
                 while
                 let
                 Discord
                 to
                 the
                 shades
                 be
                 driv'n
                 ,
                 let
                 Dis╌cord
                 to
                 the
                 shades
                 be
                 driv'n
                 Earth
                 and
                 Sky
                 our
                 Song
                 at╌tend
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 our
                 Loy╌al
                 Vows
                 as╌cend
                 ,
                 while
                 Earth
                 and
                 Sky
                 our
                 Song
                 at╌tend
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 our
                 Loy╌al
                 vows
                 as╌cend
                 ,
                 
                 
                 and
                 thus
                 our
                 Loy╌al
                 Vows
                 as╌cend
                 ;
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 Preserve
                 'em
                 and
                 thus
                 our
                 Loy╌al
                 Vows
                 as╌cend
                 ;
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 Preserve
                 'em
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Heav'n
                 ;
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 Preserve
                 e'm
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 Heav'n
                 ;
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 O
                 ,
                 O
                 Preserve
                 'em
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 ,
                 O
                 ,
                 Pre╌serve
                 'em
                 Heav'n
                 .
                 O
                 Preserve
                 'em
                 Heav'n
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Were
                 I
                 to
                 choose
                 the
                 greatest
                 Bliss
                 ,
                 
                   a
                   Two
                   Part
                   SONG
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WEre
                 I
                 to
                 choose
                 the
                 grea╌test
                 Bliss
                 ,
                 were
                 I
                 to
                 choose
                 the
                 grea╌test
                 Bliss
                 ,
                 that
                 Were
                 I
                 to
                 choose
                 ,
                 were
                 I
                 to
                 choose
                 the
                 grea╌test
                 Bliss
                 ,
                 that
                 e're
                 in
                 Love
                 was
                 known
                 ;
                 't
                 wou'd
                 be
                 the
                 high╌est
                 of
                 my
                 Wish
                 ,
                 t'en╌jo╌y
                 e're
                 in
                 Love
                 was
                 known
                 ;
                 't
                 wou'd
                 be
                 the
                 high╌est
                 of
                 my
                 Wish
                 ,
                 t'en╌jo╌y
                 your
                 Heart
                 a╌lone
                 :
                 Kings
                 might
                 pos╌sess
                 their
                 King╌doms
                 your
                 Heart
                 a╌lone
                 :
                 Kings
                 might
                 pos╌sess
                 their
                 Kingdoms
                 free
                 ,
                 and
                 Crowns
                 un╌en╌vy'd
                 wear
                 ;
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 have
                 of
                 free
                 ,
                 and
                 Crowns
                 un╌en╌vy'd
                 wear
                 ;
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 
                 
                 me
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 have
                 of
                 me
                 ,
                 might
                 I
                 reign
                 Ri╌val
                 ,
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 have
                 of
                 me
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 might
                 I
                 reign
                 Monarch
                 there
                 ;
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 have
                 of
                 me
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 Monarch
                 there
                 ;
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 have
                 of
                 me
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 they
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 ,
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 have
                 of
                 me
                 ,
                 might
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Rival
                 ,
                 they
                 shou'd
                 no
                 Ri╌val
                 ha╌ve
                 of
                 me
                 ,
                 might
                 I
                 reign
                 Mo╌narch
                 there
                 .
                 I
                 reign
                 Mo╌narch
                 there
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 And
                 in
                 each
                 track
                 of
                 Glory
                 ,
                 
                   a
                   Two
                   Part
                   SONG
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 ANd
                 in
                 each
                 track
                 of
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 since
                 ,
                 And
                 in
                 each
                 track
                 of
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 and
                 in
                 each
                 track
                 of
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 since
                 ,
                 since
                 ,
                 of
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 since
                 ,
                 for
                 their
                 lov'd
                 Coun╌try
                 ,
                 or
                 their
                 Prince
                 .
                 Princes
                 that
                 for
                 their
                 lov'd
                 Coun╌try
                 or
                 their
                 Prince
                 .
                 Princes
                 that
                 hate
                 ,
                 that
                 hate
                 Rome's
                 Ty╌ran╌ny
                 and
                 joyn
                 the
                 Nations
                 right
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 own
                 hate
                 ,
                 that
                 hate
                 Rome's
                 Ty╌ran╌ny
                 and
                 joyn
                 the
                 Nations
                 right
                 ,
                 with
                 their
                 own
                 
                 
                 Roy╌al╌ty
                 ;
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 rea╌dy
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 rea╌dy
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 Roy╌al╌ty
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 rea╌dy
                 in
                 di╌stress
                 to
                 save
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 rea╌dy
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 ready
                 in
                 di╌stress
                 to
                 save
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 Loy╌al
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 Loy╌al
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 were
                 more
                 Loy╌al
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 more
                 brave
                 .
                 Loy╌al
                 none
                 ,
                 none
                 more
                 brave
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 Nestor
                 
                   who
                   did
                
                 ,
                 a
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 N
                 Estor
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 to
                 thrice
                 Man's
                 Age
                 at╌tain
                 ;
                 Nestor
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 to
                 thrice
                 Man's
                 Nestor
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 to
                 thrice
                 Man's
                 Age
                 at╌tain
                 ;
                 Age
                 at╌tain
                 ,
                 by
                 vast
                 Fx╌pe╌rience
                 sound
                 ,
                 by
                 vast
                 Ex╌pe╌rience
                 Nestor
                 ,
                 who
                 did
                 to
                 thrice
                 Man's
                 Age
                 at╌tain
                 ,
                 by
                 vast
                 Ex╌pe╌rience
                 sound
                 ,
                 that
                 found
                 ;
                 that
                 bu╌sie
                 States╌men
                 did
                 Pro╌ject
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
                 when
                 Bumpers
                 bu╌sie
                 States╌men
                 did
                 Pro╌ject
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
                 pass'd
                 not
                 brisk╌ly
                 round
                 ,
                 when
                 Bum╌pers
                 pass'd
                 not
                 brisk╌ly
                 rou╌nd
                 ,
                 when
                 Bumpers
                 pass'd
                 not
                 brisk╌ly
                 round
                 ,
                 when
                 Bumpers
                 pass'd
                 not
                 briskly
                 
                 
                 pass'd
                 not
                 brisk╌ly
                 rou╌nd
                 ,
                 rou╌nd
                 ,
                 pass'd
                 not
                 briskly
                 ,
                 briskly
                 round
                 ,
                 when
                 Bumpers
                 brisk╌ly
                 ,
                 brisk╌ly
                 round
                 :
                 pass'd
                 not
                 brisk╌ly
                 round
                 ,
                 brisk╌ly
                 ,
                 brisk╌ly
                 round
                 :
                 This
                 Maxim
                 then
                 he
                 to
                 his
                 Ma╌ster
                 gave
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 in
                 Coun╌cil
                 should
                 de╌bate
                 ;
                 This
                 Maxim
                 then
                 he
                 to
                 his
                 Ma╌ster
                 gave
                 ,
                 when
                 he
                 in
                 Council
                 shou'd
                 de╌bate
                 ;
                 not
                 
                 Tro╌jan╌like
                 ,
                 to
                 sit
                 morose
                 ,
                 to
                 sit
                 morose
                 and
                 grave
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 not
                 
                 Tro╌jan╌like
                 ,
                 to
                 sit
                 morose
                 ,
                 to
                 sit
                 morose
                 and
                 grave
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 
                 
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ,
                 and
                 State
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ;
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ;
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 State
                 ;
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ;
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ;
                 but
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 ╌
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 an╌d
                 so
                 support
                 the
                 State.
                 State
                 ;
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 so
                 sup╌port
                 the
                 State.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   For
                   folded
                   Flocks
                
                 ,
                 a
                 Three
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 F╌Or
                 fol╌did
                 Flocks
                 ,
                 and
                 fruitfull
                 Plains
                 ,
                 the
                 For
                 folded
                 Flocks
                 ,
                 and
                 fruitfull
                 Plains
                 ;
                 the
                 Shepherds
                 and
                 the
                 Farmers
                 Fair
                 Bri╌tain
                 all
                 Shepherds
                 and
                 the
                 Farmers
                 gains
                 ,
                 the
                 Shepherds
                 and
                 the
                 Farmers
                 gains
                 ,
                 fair
                 Britain
                 all
                 gains
                 ,
                 the
                 Shepherds
                 and
                 the
                 Far╌mers
                 gains
                 ,
                 fair
                 Britain
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 a╌ll
                 the
                 World
                 out╌vies
                 :
                 for
                 folded
                 Flocks
                 and
                 fruitfull
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 a╌ll
                 the
                 World
                 out╌vies
                 :
                 fair
                 Britain
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 World
                 out╌vies
                 :
                 fair
                 Britain
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 
                 
                 Plains
                 ,
                 the
                 Shepherds
                 and
                 the
                 Farmers
                 gaines
                 ;
                 fair
                 Britain
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 World
                 out╌vies
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 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
                 so
                 well
                 be╌low
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AS
                 soon
                 as
                 the
                 Cha╌os
                 ,
                 as
                 soon
                 as
                 the
                 As
                 soon
                 as
                 the
                 Cha╌╌os
                 ,
                 Cha╌os
                 was
                 made
                 in╌to
                 form
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 the
                 fi╌rst
                 as
                 soon
                 as
                 the
                 Cha╌os
                 wa╌s
                 made
                 in╌to
                 form
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 first
                 ,
                 the
                 
                 
                 race
                 of
                 Men
                 knew
                 a
                 good
                 ,
                 knew
                 a
                 good
                 from
                 a
                 harm
                 ;
                 they
                 quickly
                 did
                 joyn
                 ,
                 they
                 first
                 race
                 of
                 Men
                 knew
                 a
                 good
                 ,
                 knew
                 a
                 good
                 from
                 a
                 harm
                 ;
                 they
                 quickly
                 did
                 joyn
                 ,
                 they
                 quickly
                 ,
                 they
                 quickly
                 did
                 joyn
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 knowledge
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 World
                 's
                 chiefest
                 Blessings
                 were
                 quickly
                 ,
                 they
                 quickly
                 did
                 joyn
                 ,
                 in
                 a
                 knowledge
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 that
                 the
                 World
                 's
                 chiefest
                 Blessings
                 were
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 ,
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 ,
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 World
                 's
                 chiefest
                 Blessings
                 were
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 ,
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 ,
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 ;
                 that
                 the
                 World
                 's
                 chiefest
                 Blessings
                 were
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 :
                 Since
                 when
                 by
                 ex╌ample
                 ,
                 im╌proving
                 de╌lights
                 ,
                 since
                 Women
                 and
                 Wine
                 :
                 Since
                 when
                 by
                 ex╌ample
                 improving
                 delights
                 ,
                 since
                 when
                 by
                 ex╌ample
                 ,
                 since
                 
                 
                 when
                 by
                 example
                 im╌proving
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 ,
                 improving
                 de╌lights
                 ,
                 when
                 by
                 ex╌ample
                 im╌pro╌ving
                 de╌ligh╌ts
                 ,
                 improving
                 de╌lights
                 ,
                 Wine
                 governs
                 our
                 Days
                 ,
                 Love
                 and
                 Beauty
                 our
                 Nights
                 .
                 And
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 Wine
                 governs
                 our
                 Days
                 ,
                 Love
                 and
                 Beauty
                 our
                 Nights
                 .
                 Love
                 on
                 then
                 ,
                 love
                 on
                 then
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ;
                 Love
                 on
                 then
                 ,
                 love
                 on
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 Love
                 on
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 Love
                 on
                 then
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 a
                 fol╌ly
                 to
                 think
                 of
                 a
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 love
                 on
                 then
                 and
                 drink
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 a
                 fol╌ly
                 to
                 think
                 of
                 a
                 
                 
                 Mystery
                 out
                 of
                 our
                 reaches
                 ,
                 be
                 moral
                 in
                 thought
                 ,
                 be
                 moral
                 in
                 thought
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 mer╌ry's
                 Mystery
                 out
                 of
                 our
                 reaches
                 ,
                 be
                 moral
                 in
                 thought
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 mer╌ry's
                 no
                 fault
                 ,
                 tho'
                 an
                 Elder
                 the
                 contra╌ry
                 Preaches
                 ;
                 for
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 my
                 no
                 fault
                 ,
                 tho'
                 an
                 Elder
                 the
                 contra╌ry
                 Preaches
                 ;
                 for
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 my
                 Friends
                 ,
                 for
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 my
                 Friends
                 ,
                 was
                 an
                 Age
                 of
                 more
                 Vice
                 ,
                 than
                 when
                 Friends
                 ,
                 for
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 my
                 Friends
                 ,
                 was
                 an
                 Age
                 of
                 more
                 Vice
                 ,
                 than
                 when
                 Knaves
                 wou'd
                 seem
                 Pious
                 ,
                 when
                 Knaves
                 wou'd
                 seem
                 Pi╌ous
                 ,
                 and
                 Fools
                 wou'd
                 seem
                 Wise
                 .
                 Knaves
                 wou'd
                 seem
                 Pious
                 ,
                 when
                 Knaves
                 wou'd
                 seem
                 Pious
                 ,
                 and
                 Fools
                 wou'd
                 seem
                 Wise
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Dialogue
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Fairy
                   Queen
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Reading
                 ,
                 and
                 Mrs.
                 Ayliff
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   NOW
                   the
                   Maids
                   and
                   the
                   Men
                   are
                   making
                   of
                   Hay
                   ,
                   we
                   've
                   left
                   the
                   dull
                   Fools
                   ,
                   we
                   've
                   left
                   the
                   dull
                   Fools
                   and
                   are
                   stol╌len
                   a╌way
                   ;
                   then
                   Mopsa
                   no
                   more
                   be
                   coy
                   as
                   before
                   ,
                   but
                   let
                   's
                   merri╌ly
                   ,
                   merri╌ly
                   ,
                   merri╌ly
                   ,
                   merri╌ly
                   play
                   ;
                   and
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   and
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   and
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   and
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   and
                   Kiss
                   the
                   sweet
                   time
                   a╌way
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   Why
                   how
                   now
                   Sir
                   Clown
                   ,
                   why
                   how
                   now
                   ,
                   what
                   makes
                   you
                   so
                   bold
                   ?
                   I
                   'd
                   have
                   ye
                   ,
                   I
                   'd
                   have
                   ye
                   to
                   know
                   I
                   'm
                   not
                   made
                   of
                   that
                   mold
                   ;
                   I
                   tell
                   you
                   a╌gain
                   ,
                   a╌gain
                   and
                   a╌gain
                   ,
                   Maids
                   must
                   never
                   ,
                   must
                   never
                   Kiss
                   no
                   Men
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   
                   
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ;
                   I
                   'le
                   not
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   till
                   I
                   Kiss
                   you
                   for
                   good
                   and
                   all
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   No
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   Not
                   Kiss
                   you
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                   not
                   Kiss
                   you
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                   not
                   at
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ?
                   not
                   Kiss
                   you
                   at
                   all
                   ;
                   why
                   no
                   ,
                   why
                   no
                   not
                   at
                   all
                   ?
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   I
                   'le
                   not
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   till
                   I
                   Kiss
                   you
                   for
                   good
                   and
                   all
                   .
                   all
                   ,
                   why
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   shou'd
                   you
                   
                   
                   give
                   me
                   a
                   score
                   ,
                   't
                   wou'd
                   not
                   les╌sen
                   your
                   store
                   ,
                   then
                   bid
                   me
                   ,
                   bid
                   me
                   chearful╌ly
                   ,
                   chearful╌ly
                   Kiss
                   and
                   take
                   my
                   fill
                   ,
                   and
                   take
                   my
                   fill
                   ,
                   my
                   fill
                   of
                   the
                   Bliss
                   ;
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   I
                   'le
                   not
                   trust
                   you
                   so
                   far
                   I
                   know
                   you
                   too
                   well
                   ,
                   shou'd
                   I
                   give
                   you
                   an
                   Inch
                   you
                   'd
                   soon
                   ,
                   you
                   'd
                   soon
                   take
                   an
                   Ell
                   ;
                   then
                   Lord
                   like
                   you
                   Rule
                   and
                   Lau╌gh
                   ,
                   then
                   Lord
                   like
                   you
                   Rule
                   and
                   Lau╌gh
                   at
                   the
                   Fool
                   ;
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   ,
                   no
                   Kissing
                   at
                   all
                   ;
                   I
                   'le
                   not
                   Kiss
                   ,
                   till
                   I
                   Kiss
                   you
                   for
                   good
                   and
                   all
                   :
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   So
                   
                   
                   small
                   a
                   Re╌quest
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   cannot
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   ;
                   nor
                   will
                   I
                   ad╌mit
                   of
                   a╌nother
                   ,
                   a╌no╌ther
                   re╌ply
                   ;
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   ;
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   can╌not
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     Nay
                     what
                     do
                     you
                     mean
                     ?
                     nay
                     what
                     do
                     you
                     mean
                     ?
                     O
                  
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   
                     You
                     must
                     not
                     ,
                     you
                     shall
                     not
                     de╌ny
                     ;
                     you
                     must
                     not
                     ,
                     you
                     shall
                     not
                     de╌
                  
                   
                     Fie
                     ,
                     fie
                     ,
                     fie
                     ,
                     fie
                     ;
                     O
                     fie
                     ,
                     fie
                     ,
                     fie
                     ,
                     fie
                     ,
                     nay
                     what
                     do
                     you
                     mean
                     ?
                     Nay
                  
                   ╌
                   
                     ny
                     ,
                     you
                     must
                     not
                     de╌ny
                     ,
                     you
                     must
                     not
                     ,
                     you
                     shall
                     not
                     de╌ny
                     ,
                     you
                     must
                     not
                     ,
                     you
                  
                   
                   
                   nay
                   nay
                   nay
                   ,
                   what
                   do
                   you
                   ,
                   what
                   do
                   you
                   can╌not
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   can╌not
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   ,
                   mean
                   ?
                   O
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   O
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   O
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   ,
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   O
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   can╌not
                   ,
                   you
                   shall
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   ;
                   you
                   must
                   not
                   ,
                   you
                   can╌not
                   ,
                   you
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   ,
                   fie
                   .
                   shall
                   not
                   de╌ny
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Dialogue
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Richmond
                   Heiress
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Reading
                 ,
                 and
                 Mrs.
                 Ayliff
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   BEhold
                   ,
                   behold
                   the
                   Man
                   that
                   with
                   Gigan╌tick
                   Might
                   dares
                   ,
                   dares
                   ,
                   dares
                   Combat
                   Heav'n
                   a╌gain
                   sto╌rm
                   ,
                   Joves
                   bright
                   Palace
                   put
                   the
                   Gods
                   to
                   flig╌ht
                   ,
                   Chaos
                   renew
                   and
                   make
                   perpe╌tu╌al
                   Night
                   ;
                   Come
                   on
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ye
                   Fighting
                   ,
                   Fighting
                   fools
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ,
                   come
                   on
                   ye
                   Fighting
                   ,
                   Fighting
                   fools
                   that
                   petty
                   ,
                   petty
                   Jars
                   maintain
                   ,
                   that
                   petty
                   ,
                   petty
                   Jars
                   main╌tain
                   ;
                   I
                   've
                   all
                   ,
                   all
                   the
                   Wars
                   of
                   Europe
                   ,
                   all
                   the
                   Wars
                   of
                   Europe
                   in
                   my
                   Brain
                   ;
                   I
                   've
                   all
                   ,
                   all
                   ,
                   
                   
                   all
                   the
                   Wars
                   of
                   Europe
                   in
                   my
                   Brain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   Who
                   's
                   he
                   that
                   talks
                   of
                   War
                   ,
                   when
                   charming
                   ,
                   charming
                   Beau╌ty
                   comes
                   in
                   ,
                   who
                   's
                   sweet
                   ,
                   sweet
                   ,
                   sweet
                   Face
                   di╌vine╌ly
                   fair
                   ,
                   e╌ter╌nal
                   plea╌sure
                   ,
                   e╌ter╌nal
                   plea╌sure
                   ,
                   e╌ter╌nal
                   plea╌sure
                   comes
                   ;
                   when
                   I
                   appear
                   ,
                   the
                   Martial
                   ,
                   Martial
                   God
                   a
                   Conquer'd
                   Victim
                   lyes
                   ;
                   o╌beys
                   each
                   glance
                   ,
                   each
                   awfull
                   nod
                   ,
                   and
                   dreads
                   the
                   
                   
                   light╌ning
                   of
                   my
                   killing
                   Eyes
                   ;
                   more
                   ,
                   more
                   than
                   the
                   fiercest
                   ,
                   the
                   fiercest
                   ,
                   the
                   fiercest
                   thun╌der
                   in
                   the
                   Skies
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   Ha!
                   ha
                   !
                   now
                   ,
                   now
                   ,
                   now
                   ,
                   now
                   we
                   mount
                   up
                   high
                   ,
                   now
                   ,
                   now
                   we
                   mount
                   up
                   high
                   ,
                   the
                   Sun
                   's
                   bright
                   God
                   and
                   I
                   ,
                   Charge
                   ,
                   Charge
                   ,
                   Charge
                   on
                   the
                   Azure
                   ,
                   Charge
                   on
                   the
                   Azure
                   dawns
                   of
                   am╌ple
                   Sky
                   ,
                   See
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   how
                   th'im
                   ╌mortal
                   spirits
                   ru╌n
                   ;
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   ,
                   see
                   how
                   th'im╌mortal
                   
                   
                   spirits
                   ru╌n
                   ;
                   pur╌sue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pur╌sue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   pursue
                   ,
                   Drive
                   e'm
                   o're
                   the
                   burning
                   Zone
                   ,
                   drive
                   e'm
                   o're
                   the
                   burning
                   Zone
                   ,
                   from
                   thence
                   come
                   row╌ling
                   down
                   ,
                   come
                   row╌ling
                   down
                   ,
                   and
                   search
                   the
                   Globe
                   below
                   ,
                   with
                   all
                   the
                   gulphy
                   Main
                   ,
                   to
                   find
                   my
                   lost
                   ,
                   my
                   wan╌dring
                   sense
                   ,
                   my
                   wan╌dring
                   Sense
                   a╌gain
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   She.
                   
                
                 
                   By
                   this
                   disjoynted
                   matter
                   that
                   crowds
                   thy
                   Pe╌ri╌cranium
                   ,
                   
                   
                   I
                   nicely
                   have
                   found
                   ,
                   that
                   thy
                   Brain
                   is
                   not
                   sound
                   ,
                   and
                   thou
                   shalt
                   be
                   ,
                   and
                   thou
                   shalt
                   be
                   my
                   Companion
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   He.
                   
                
                 
                   Come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   come
                   ,
                   let
                   us
                   plague
                   the
                   World
                   then
                   ;
                   I
                   em╌brace
                   the
                   blest
                   oc╌casion
                   ,
                   for
                   by
                   instinct
                   I
                   find
                   thou
                   art
                   one
                   of
                   the
                   kind
                   ,
                   thou
                   art
                   one
                   of
                   the
                   kind
                   ,
                   that
                   first
                   brought
                   in
                   ,
                   that
                   first
                   brought
                   in
                   Dam╌nation
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   III.
                   
                
                 
                   She.
                   My
                   Face
                   has
                   Heaven
                   Inchanted
                   ,
                
                 
                   With
                   all
                   the
                   Sky-born
                   Fellows
                   .
                
                 
                   Jose
                   press'd
                   to
                   my
                   Breast
                   ,
                   and
                   my
                   Bosom
                   he
                   kiss'd
                   ,
                
                 
                   Which
                   made
                   old
                   Juno
                   jealous
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   IV.
                   
                
                 
                   He.
                   I
                   challeng'd
                   Grisly
                   Pluto
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   the
                   God
                   of
                   Fire
                   did
                   shun
                   me
                   .
                
                 
                   Witty
                   Hermes
                   I
                   drub'd
                   ,
                   round
                   the
                   Pole
                   with
                   my
                   Club
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   breaking
                   Jokes
                   upon
                   me
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Chorus
                   of
                   both
                   .
                
                 
                   Than
                   Mad
                   ,
                   very
                   Mad
                   ,
                   very
                   Mad
                   let
                   us
                   be
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   Europe
                   does
                   now
                   with
                   our
                   Frenzy
                   agree
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   all
                   things
                   in
                   Nature
                   are
                   mad
                   too
                   as
                   we
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   V.
                   
                
                 
                   She.
                   I
                   found
                   Apollo
                   Singing
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   tune
                   my
                   Rage
                   Increases
                   ;
                
                 
                   I
                   made
                   him
                   so
                   blind
                   ,
                   with
                   a
                   look
                   that
                   was
                   kind
                   ,
                
                 
                   That
                   he
                   broke
                   his
                   Lyre
                   to
                   pieces
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   VI.
                   
                
                 
                   He.
                   I
                   drank
                   a
                   Health
                   to
                   Venus
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   the
                   Mole
                   on
                   her
                   white
                   Shoulder
                   .
                
                 
                   Mars
                   flinch'd
                   at
                   the
                   Glass
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   threw
                   't
                   in
                   his
                   Face
                   ,
                
                 
                   Was
                   ever
                   Heroe
                   bolder
                   ?
                
              
               
                 
                   VII
                   .
                
                 
                   She.
                   'T
                   is
                   true
                   ,
                   my
                   dear
                   Alcides
                   ,
                
                 
                   Things
                   tend
                   to
                   dissolution
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   Charms
                   of
                   a
                   Crown
                   ,
                   and
                   the
                   Crafts
                   of
                   the
                   Gown
                   ,
                
                 
                   Have
                   brought
                   all
                   to
                   Confusion
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   VIII
                   .
                
                 
                   He.
                   The
                   haughty
                   French
                   begun
                   it
                   ,
                
                 
                   The
                   English
                   Wite
                   pursue
                   it
                   .
                
                 
                   She.
                   The
                   German
                   and
                   Turk
                   still
                   go
                   on
                   with
                   the
                   Work
                   ,
                
                 
                   He.
                   And
                   all
                   in
                   time
                   will
                   rue
                   it
                   .
                
                 
                   Cho.
                   Then
                   mad
                   ,
                   very
                   mad
                   ,
                   &c.
                   
                
              
               
                 Turn
                 over
                 to
                 the
                 CHO
              
               
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   .
                
                 
                 Then
                 Mad
                 ve╌ry
                 Mad
                 let
                 us
                 be
                 ,
                 ve╌ry
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 let
                 us
                 be
                 ,
                 ve╌ry
                 Then
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 very
                 Mad
                 let
                 us
                 be
                 ,
                 ve╌ry
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 be
                 ,
                 for
                 Europe
                 does
                 now
                 with
                 our
                 Frenzy
                 a╌gree
                 ;
                 and
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 very
                 Mad
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 be
                 ,
                 for
                 Europe
                 does
                 now
                 with
                 our
                 Frenzy
                 a╌gree
                 ;
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 Nature
                 are
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 Nature
                 are
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 are
                 and
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 Nature
                 are
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 and
                 all
                 things
                 in
                 Nature
                 are
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 are
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 are
                 Mad
                 too
                 as
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 Mad
                 too
                 as
                 we
                 .
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 are
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 Mad
                 ,
                 are
                 Mad
                 too
                 as
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 Mad
                 too
                 as
                 we
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 LEt
                 the
                 dreadfull
                 Engines
                 of
                 e╌ter╌nal
                 will
                 ,
                 the
                 Thun╌der
                 Ro╌ar
                 and
                 crook╌ed
                 Lightning
                 kill
                 ,
                 my
                 Rage
                 is
                 hot
                 ,
                 is
                 hot
                 ,
                 is
                 ho╌t
                 as
                 theirs
                 ,
                 as
                 fa╌tall
                 too
                 ,
                 and
                 dares
                 as
                 horrid
                 ,
                 and
                 dares
                 as
                 horrid
                 ,
                 horrid
                 ex╌e╌cu╌tion
                 do
                 :
                 Or
                 let
                 the
                 Frozen
                 North
                 its
                 ran╌cour
                 show
                 ,
                 within
                 my
                 Breast
                 ,
                 sar
                 ,
                 sar
                 grea╌ter
                 Tem╌pests
                 grow
                 ;
                 de╌spair's
                 
                 
                 more
                 cold
                 ,
                 more
                 co╌ld
                 than
                 a╌ll
                 the
                 winds
                 can
                 blow
                 .
                 Can
                 nothing
                 ,
                 can
                 no╌thing
                 warm
                 me
                 ,
                 can
                 nothing
                 ,
                 can
                 no╌thing
                 warm
                 me
                 ?
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 
                 Lucinda's
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 
                 Lu╌
                 
                 cinda's
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 
                 Lucinda's
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 
                 Et╌
                 na
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 ,
                 there
                 Ves╌suvio
                 lyes
                 ,
                 to
                 fur╌nish
                 Hell
                 with
                 flames
                 ,
                 that
                 mount╌ing
                 ,
                 mounting
                 reach
                 the
                 Skyes
                 ;
                 Can
                 
                 
                 nothing
                 ,
                 can
                 nothing
                 warm
                 me
                 ?
                 can
                 nothing
                 ,
                 can
                 nothing
                 warm
                 me
                 ?
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 
                 Lucinda's
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 
                 Lucinda's
                 Eyes
                 ;
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 yes
                 ,
                 
                 Lucinda's
                 Eyes
                 .
                 Ye
                 pow'rs
                 I
                 did
                 but
                 use
                 her
                 name
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 how
                 all
                 ,
                 and
                 see
                 how
                 all
                 the
                 Meteors
                 flame
                 blew
                 lightning
                 flashes
                 round
                 the
                 Court
                 of
                 Sol
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 the
                 Globe
                 more
                 feircely
                 burns
                 than
                 once
                 at
                 
                 Phaeton's
                 fall
                 .
                 Ah!
                 —
                 ah
                 !
                 —
                 
                 
                 where
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 those
                 flow╌'ry
                 Groves
                 ,
                 where
                 
                 Zephir's
                 fragrant
                 Winds
                 did
                 play
                 ?
                 ah
                 !
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 ,
                 where
                 are
                 now
                 those
                 flow╌'ry
                 Groves
                 ,
                 where
                 
                 Zephir's
                 fragrant
                 Winds
                 did
                 play
                 ?
                 where
                 guarded
                 by
                 a
                 Troop
                 of
                 Loves
                 ,
                 the
                 fair
                 ,
                 the
                 fair
                 Lu╌cin╌da
                 sleeping
                 lay
                 ;
                 there
                 Sung
                 the
                 Nightingale
                 ,
                 and
                 Lark
                 ,
                 around
                 us
                 all
                 was
                 sweet
                 and
                 gay
                 ,
                 we
                 ne're
                 grew
                 sad
                 till
                 is
                 grew
                 dark
                 ,
                 nor
                 nothing
                 fear'd
                 but
                 short╌ning
                 day
                 .
                 
                 
                 I
                 glow
                 ,
                 I
                 glow
                 ,
                 I
                 glow
                 ,
                 but
                 't
                 is
                 with
                 hate
                 ,
                 why
                 must
                 I
                 burn
                 ,
                 why
                 must
                 I
                 burn
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 must
                 I
                 burn
                 for
                 this
                 in╌grate
                 ?
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 must
                 I
                 burn
                 for
                 this
                 in╌grate
                 ?
                 Cool
                 ,
                 coo╌le
                 it
                 then
                 ,
                 coo╌le
                 it
                 then
                 ,
                 and
                 raile
                 ,
                 since
                 nothing
                 ,
                 no╌thing
                 will
                 pre╌vaile
                 .
                 When
                 a
                 Woman
                 Love
                 pretends
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 but
                 till
                 she
                 gains
                 her
                 ends
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 Better
                 ,
                 and
                 for
                 Worse
                 ,
                 is
                 for
                 Marrow
                 of
                 the
                 Purse
                 ,
                 where
                 she
                 Jilts
                 you
                 o're
                 and
                 o're
                 ,
                 proves
                 a
                 
                 
                 Slattern
                 or
                 a
                 Whore
                 ;
                 this
                 hour
                 will
                 teize
                 ,
                 will
                 teize
                 and
                 vex
                 ,
                 will
                 teize
                 ,
                 will
                 teize
                 and
                 vex
                 ,
                 and
                 will
                 Cuckold
                 ye
                 the
                 next
                 ;
                 they
                 were
                 all
                 contriv'd
                 in
                 spight
                 ,
                 to
                 tor╌ment
                 us
                 ,
                 not
                 de╌light
                 ,
                 but
                 to
                 Scold
                 ,
                 to
                 Scold
                 ,
                 and
                 Scratch
                 ,
                 and
                 Bite
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 one
                 of
                 them
                 proves
                 right
                 ;
                 but
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 Witches
                 by
                 this
                 light
                 ;
                 And
                 so
                 I
                 fair╌ly
                 bid
                 'em
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 World
                 good
                 night
                 ,
                 good
                 night
                 ,
                 good
                 night
                 ,
                 good
                 night
                 ,
                 good
                 night
                 ,
                 good
                 night
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           
             
             
               ORPHEUS
               BRITANNICUS
               .
            
             
               A
               COLLECTION
               OF
               The
               Choicest
               SONGS
               ,
               FOR
               
                 One
                 ,
                 Two
                 ,
                 and
                 Three
                 Uoices
                 .
              
            
             
               COMPOS'D
               By
               M
               r.
               Henry
               Purcell
               .
            
             
               TOGETHER
               ,
               With
               such
               Symphonies
               for
               Violins
               or
               Flutes
               ,
               As
               were
               by
               Him
               design'd
               for
               any
               of
               them
               :
               AND
               A
               THROUGH-BASS
               to
               each
               SONG
               .
            
             
               Figur'd
               for
               the
               
                 Organ
                 ,
                 Harpsichord
              
               ,
               or
               Theorbo-Lute
               .
            
             
               The
               Second
               BOOK
               ,
               which
               renders
               the
               First
               Compleat
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   
                     —
                     Primo
                     Avulso
                     non
                     desicit
                     Alter
                  
                   
                     Aureus
                     ,
                     et
                     simili
                     frondescit
                     Virga
                     Metallo
                     .
                  
                
                 
                   Virg.
                   Lib.
                   Aen.
                   6.
                   
                
              
            
             
               LONDON
               :
               
                 Printed
                 by
              
               William
               Pearson
               ,
               for
               Henry
               Playford
               
                 at
                 His
                 Shop
                 in
                 the
              
               Temple-Change
               ,
               Fleet-street
               .
               〈◊〉
               .
            
          
           
             
             
             
               To
               the
               Right
               Honourable
               Charles
               ,
               Lord
               Hallifax
               ,
               Auditor
               of
               His
               Majesties
               Exchequer
               ,
               &c.
               
            
             
               
                 MY
                 LORD
                 ,
              
            
             
               I
               Shou'd
               be
               unjust
               to
               the
               Memory
               of
               the
               admired
               Purcell
               ,
               and
               set
               too
               Small
               a
               Value
               on
               His
               Works
               ,
               shou'd
               I
               put
               them
               under
               any
               Patronage
               but
               Your
               own
               .
               For
               Your
               Lordship
               has
               a
               Double
               Title
               to
               these
               Papers
               ,
               both
               as
               You
               are
               the
               best
               Judge
               ,
               as
               well
               as
               the
               Greatest
               Encourager
               of
               Poesy
               and
               Musick
               .
               'T
               is
               but
               fit
               this
               Great
               Master
               of
               the
               Age
               ,
               that
               has
               stood
               the
               Test
               of
               Your
               Judgment
               ,
               should
               Claim
               Your
               Protection
               :
               Since
               no
               Greater
               Character
               can
               be
               given
               of
               any
               Composition
               ,
               than
               that
               it
               has
               pleas'd
               so
               Exquisite
               a
               Taste
               as
               Your
               
               Lordship's
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               am
               not
               so
               vain
               ,
               as
               to
               attempt
               a
               Panegyrick
               on
               Your
               Lordship
               ,
               nor
               to
               Expatiate
               on
               the
               several
               Excellencies
               of
               this
               Celebrated
               Author
               :
               These
               are
               Subjects
               for
               the
               Sublimest
               Pens
               ,
               and
               are
               already
               transmitted
               to
               Posterity
               .
            
             
               But
               my
               design
               here
               ,
               is
               to
               pay
               my
               Gratitude
               to
               Your
               Lordship
               ,
               for
               the
               many
               Favours
               I
               have
               receiv'd
               ;
               In
               a
               Present
               whose
               own
               Worth
               ,
               is
               its
               Apology
               ,
               and
               whose
               Native
               Graces
               will
               render
               it
               Acceptable
               .
               And
               to
               add
               ,
               if
               possible
               to
               the
               Fame
               of
               Purcell
               ,
               and
               Endear
               him
               more
               to
               the
               World
               :
               Which
               can
               be
               only
               done
               ,
               by
               prefixing
               the
               Name
               of
               Mountague
               to
               His
               Works
               .
            
             
               
                 My
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 Your
                 Lordships
                 most
                 Humble
                 and
                 Obliged
                 Servant
                 ,
                 HENRY
                 PLAYFORD
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
               The
               Bookseller
               to
               the
               READER
               .
            
             
               THe
               late
               Publication
               of
               these
               Excellent
               Performances
               in
               Musick
               is
               sufficiently
               aton'd
               for
               ,
               by
               the
               Care
               that
               has
               been
               taken
               in
               the
               Collection
               of
               'em
               ;
               and
               I
               cannot
               but
               think
               I
               have
               made
               amends
               enough
               to
               the
               Purchaser
               in
               the
               Choice
               of
               '
               em
               .
               The
               great
               Charge
               I
               have
               been
               at
               ;
               the
               Diligence
               I
               have
               made
               use
               of
               to
               obtain
               the
               Assistance
               of
               Friends
               ,
               and
               the
               Dearness
               of
               Paper
               in
               which
               these
               Admirable
               Composures
               are
               transmitted
               to
               the
               Publick
               .
               are
               sufficient
               Excuses
               :
               And
               I
               shall
               insist
               upon
               that
               Subject
               no
               farther
               ,
               Than
               that
               as
               I
               have
               been
               always
               employed
               in
               promoting
               the
               encrease
               of
               things
               of
               this
               Nature
               ,
               and
               contributed
               to
               the
               utmost
               towards
               their
               Encouragement
               ,
               so
               I
               shall
               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
                 more
                 such
                 ,
                 —
                 the
                 happy
                 Quire
                 is
                 full
                 .
              
               
                 The
                 Sacred
                 Art
                 can
                 here
                 arrive
                 no
                 higher
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Heaven
                 it self
                 no
                 further
                 will
                 Inspire
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 R.
                 G.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               
                 To
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 Mr.
              
               Henry
               Playford
               ,
               on
               his
               Publication
               of
               Mr.
               Henry
               Purcell's
               
                 Orpheus
                 Britannicus
              
               ;
               Which
               is
               now
               render'd
               Compleat
               ,
               by
               the
               addition
               of
               this
               Second
               Book
            
             
               
                 AS
                 when
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Numbers
                 charms
                 the
                 Throng
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 gives
                 Melodious
                 Tunes
                 to
                 every
                 Song
                 ,
              
               
                 The
                 Voice
                 deals
                 Inspiration
                 and
                 Desire
              
               
                 To
                 ev'ry
                 Muse
                 ,
                 to
                 fill
                 the
                 Sacred
                 Choir
                 ;
              
               
                 Each
                 of
                 the
                 Nine
                 ,
                 appears
                 with
                 her
                 Applause
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 justifies
                 the
                 God
                 and
                 Musick
                 's
                 Cause
                 ;
              
               
                 As
                 ev'ry
                 tender
                 Accent
                 gently
                 moves
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shews
                 their
                 Duty
                 ,
                 as
                 it
                 shews
                 their
                 Loves
                 ;
              
               
                 Ev'n
                 so
                 must
                 I
                 with
                 Infant
                 Notes
                 repair
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 wanting
                 Judgment
                 ,
                 prove
                 I
                 want
                 no
                 Care.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 What
                 Great
                 Apollo
                 does
                 to
                 us
                 deny
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 let
                 this
                 Chosen
                 Son
                 of
                 his
                 enjoy
                 :
              
               
                 We
                 Poets
                 sow
                 the
                 seed
                 of
                 Fame
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
                 T'
                 expect
                 a
                 Crop
                 while
                 we
                 alive
                 remain
                 ;
              
               
                 He
                 puts
                 us
                 off
                 till
                 Death
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 will
                 give
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 we
                 are
                 not
                 permitted
                 to
                 receive
                 .
              
               
                 Ah!
                 who
                 'd
                 be
                 pleas'd
                 to
                 have
                 these
                 Temples
                 Crown'd
              
               
                 Whose
                 Brains
                 are
                 lost
                 ,
                 and
                 Heads
                 are
                 under
                 ground
                 .
              
               
                 But
                 
                 Purcell's
                 Privilege
                 was
                 vastly
                 more
                 ,
              
               
                 He
                 planted
                 all
                 the
                 Laurels
                 which
                 he
                 wore
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 heard
                 his
                 wide
                 Applause
                 fly
                 all
                 around
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 still
                 his
                 Fame
                 did
                 with
                 his
                 Musick
                 sound
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 All
                 this
                 to
                 Purcell
                 ,
                 but
                 there
                 's
                 something
                 due
              
               
                 To
                 
                 Purcell's
                 and
                 
                 Apollo's
                 Friend
                 ,
                 to
                 you
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 injuries
                 of
                 Time
                 you
                 save
                 his
                 Lays
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 rescue
                 him
                 from
                 Fate
                 ,
                 to
                 claim
                 our
                 Praise
                 .
              
               
                 Oh!
                 cou'd
                 you
                 but
                 the
                 like
                 return
                 receive
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 have
                 our
                 Gratitude
                 for
                 what
                 you
                 give
                 ,
              
               
                 Rewarded
                 for
                 your
                 Toil
                 ,
                 exchange
                 your
                 Pains
                 ,
              
               
                 Not
                 only
                 for
                 our
                 Thanks
                 ,
                 but
                 for
                 your
                 Gains
                 ,
              
               
                 While
                 Interloping
                 French
                 and
                 Dutch
                 oppose
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shew
                 themselves
                 both
                 your
                 and
                 Musick
                 's
                 Foes
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 But
                 it
                 's
                 in
                 vain
                 to
                 hope
                 ,
                 we
                 're
                 all
                 abus'd
                 ,
              
               
                 Fond
                 of
                 the
                 Riff-raff
                 ,
                 which
                 the
                 World
                 tefus'd
                 :
              
               
                 Each
                 Foreign
                 Fool
                 sits
                 wheedling
                 in
                 his
                 Shop
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Grinning
                 entertains
                 the
                 thoughtless
                 Fop
                 ,
              
               
                 Whose
                 love
                 for
                 Trifles
                 ,
                 makes
                 him
                 rove
                 from
                 Home
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 even
                 hug
                 Diseases
                 brought
                 from
                 Rome
                 .
              
               
                 Let
                 these
                 ,
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 a
                 while
                 pursue
                 their
                 Trade
                 .
              
               
                 Your
                 Province
                 and
                 your
                 Right
                 alone
                 Invade
                 ,
              
               
                 Their
                 feeble
                 Malice
                 but
                 your
                 Fame
                 secures
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 Publishes
                 both
                 
                 Purcell's
                 Works
                 and
                 Tours
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 P.
                 K.
                 
              
            
          
           
             
               To
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Playford
              
               ,
               on
               his
               Publishing
               the
               Second
               Part
               of
               
                 Orpheus
                 Britannicus
              
               .
            
             
               
                 NExt
                 to
                 the
                 Man
                 who
                 so
                 Divinely
                 Sung
                 ,
              
               
                 Our
                 Praise
                 ,
                 kind
                 Playsord
                 ,
                 does
                 to
                 thee
                 belong
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 what
                 you
                 gave
                 us
                 of
                 the
                 Bard's
                 before
                 ,
              
               
                 Vast
                 Thanks
                 were
                 due
                 ,
                 and
                 now
                 you
                 merit
                 more
                 .
              
               
                 Tho'
                 Purcell
                 living
                 ,
                 had
                 our
                 utmost
                 Praise
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 dead
                 ,
                 almost
                 does
                 Adoration
                 raise
                 ,
              
               
                 Yet
                 He
                 ,
                 even
                 He
                 ,
                 had
                 scarce
                 preserv'd
                 a
                 Name
                 ,
              
               
                 Did
                 not
                 your
                 Press
                 perpetuate
                 his
                 Fame
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shew'd
                 the
                 coming
                 Age
                 as
                 in
                 a
                 Glass
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 our
                 all-pleasing
                 
                   Britain's
                   Orpheus
                
                 was
                 .
              
               
                 Go
                 on
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 nor
                 spare
                 no
                 Pains
                 nor
                 Cost
                 ,
              
               
                 Let
                 not
                 the
                 least
                 Motett
                 of
                 his
                 be
                 lost
                 ;
              
               
                 Whose
                 meanest
                 Labours
                 your
                 Collections
                 show
                 ,
              
               
                 Excells
                 our
                 very
                 best
                 Performance
                 now
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 Duly
                 each
                 day
                 ,
                 our
                 young
                 Composers
                 Bait
                 us
                 ,
              
               
                 With
                 most
                 insipid
                 Songs
                 ,
                 and
                 sad
                 Sonato's
                 .
              
               
                 Well
                 were
                 it
                 ,
                 if
                 the
                 World
                 woul'd
                 lay
                 Embargo's
              
               
                 On
                 such
                 
                 Allegro's
                 and
                 such
                 Poco
                 Largo's
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 would
                 Enact
                 it
                 ,
                 There
                 presume
                 not
                 any
                 ,
              
               
                 To
                 Teize
                 Correlli
                 ,
                 or
                 Burlesque
                 Bassani
                 ;
              
               
                 Nor
                 with
                 Division
                 ,
                 and
                 ungainly
                 Graces
                 ,
              
               
                 Eclipse
                 good
                 Sense
                 ,
                 as
                 weighty
                 Wiggs
                 do
                 Faces
                 .
              
               
                 Then
                 honest
                 Cross
                 might
                 Copper
                 cut
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 half
                 our
                 Sonnet-sellers
                 Starve
                 again
                 :
              
               
                 Thus
                 while
                 they
                 Print
                 their
                 Prick'd-Lampoons
                 to
                 live
                 ,
              
               
                 Do
                 you
                 the
                 World
                 some
                 piece
                 of
                 
                 Purcell's
                 give
                 ,
              
               
                 Such
                 as
                 the
                 nicest
                 Critick
                 must
                 Commend
                 ,
              
               
                 For
                 none
                 dare
                 Censure
                 that
                 which
                 none
                 can
                 Mend.
              
               
                 By
                 this
                 my
                 Friend
                 ,
                 you
                 'll
                 get
                 immortal
                 Fame
                 ,
              
               
                 When
                 still
                 with
                 Purcell
                 we
                 read
                 
                 Playford's
                 Name
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 H.
                 Hall
                 ,
                 Organist
                 of
                 Hereford
                 .
              
            
          
           
             
             
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               lately
               Printed
               ,
               and
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               ,
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               the
               Temple-Change
               Fleet-street
               .
            
             
               
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                 Anglicus
              
               .
               A
               choice
               Collection
               of
               Songs
               for
               One
               ,
               Two
               and
               Three
               Voices
               ,
               in
               Fol.
               By
               Dr.
               
                 John
                 Blow
              
               .
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               Bound
               ,
               1
               
                 l.
                 1
                 s.
                 6
                 d.
              
               
            
             
               
                 Orpheus
                 Britannicus
              
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               A
               Collection
               of
               the
               late
               Mr.
               Henry
               Purcell's
               Songs
               ,
               for
               One
               Two
               ,
               and
               Three
               Voices
               ,
               most
               of
               them
               Printed
               from
               his
               own
               Copies
               ,
               in
               Two
               Books
               ;
               which
               makes
               the
               Collection
               Compleat
               .
               The
               1st
               Vol.
               Price
               1
               l.
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               2d
               .
               Vol.
               12
               s.
               Or
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               both
               together
               ,
               1
               
                 l.
                 10
                 s.
              
               
            
             
               
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                 Sacra
              
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               of
               Divine
               Hymns
               ,
               most
               of
               them
               Composed
               by
               the
               late
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Purcell
              
               ,
               with
               an
               addition
               of
               two
               Divine
               Hymns
               ,
               by
               Mr.
               
                 Jer.
                 Clark
              
               and
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               Crofts
               .
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               of
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               second
               Book
               ,
               4
               s.
               
            
             
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               whole
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               of
               Psalms
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               Three
               Parts
               ,
               as
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               .
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               3
               
                 s.
                 6
                 d.
              
               
            
             
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               and
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               ,
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               ,
               Two
               ,
               and
               Three
               Voices
               ;
               Composed
               for
               the
               Instruction
               of
               young
               Beginners
               ,
               fit
               to
               be
               Bound
               up
               with
               
               Playford's
               Psalms
               in
               Three
               Parts
               .
               Price
               1
               
                 s.
                 6
                 d.
              
               
            
             
               The
               
                 Introduction
                 to
                 the
                 Skill
                 of
                 Musick
                 ,
              
               the
               Fourteenth
               Edition
               with
               large
               Additions
               ,
               by
               
                 John
                 Playford
              
               ,
               to
               which
               is
               added
               the
               whole
               Art
               of
               Composition
               by
               the
               late
               Mr.
               
                 Henry
                 Purcell
              
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               on
               the
               
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                 Tyed
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               ,
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               than
               ever
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               ;
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               ,
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                 A.
                 
              
               
                 AH
                 !
                 cruel
                 Nymph
                 ,
                 Page
                 .
                 4
              
               
                 April
                 who
                 till
                 now
                 has
                 mourn'd
                 ,
                 28
              
               
                 As
                 Amoret
                 and
                 Thirsis
                 lay
                 ,
                 50
              
               
                 Ah!
                 how
                 hapyy
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 60
              
               
                 A
                 Prince
                 of
                 glorious
                 Race
                 descended
                 ,
                 69
              
               
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                 Lo
                 a
                 Sacred
                 fury
                 sweell'd
                 her
                 breast
                 ,
                 135
              
            
             
               
                 B.
                 
              
               
                 Britain
                 now
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ,
                 32
              
               
                 Beneath
                 a
                 Poplers
                 shadow
                 lay
                 me
                 ,
                 47
              
               
                 But
                 Ah!
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 Delights
                 ,
                 82
              
               
                 Brigantium
                 Honour'd
                 with
                 a
                 Race
                 divine
                 ,
                 99
              
            
             
               
                 C.
                 
              
               
                 Crown
                 the
                 Year
                 and
                 Crown
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 1
              
               
                 Crown
                 the
                 Altar
                 Deck
                 the
                 Shrine
                 ,
                 6
              
               
                 Come
                 all
                 ye
                 Songsters
                 of
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
                 8
              
               
                 Come
                 all
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 87
              
               
                 Come
                 let
                 us
                 agree
                 ,
                 91
              
            
             
               
                 F.
                 
              
               
                 For
                 tho'
                 the
                 Sun
                 has
                 all
                 the
                 Summers
                 Glory
                 67
              
               
                 Fair
                 Iris
                 and
                 her
                 Swain
                 ,
                 153
              
            
             
               
                 G.
                 
              
               
                 Genius
                 of
                 England
                 ,
                 121
              
            
             
               
                 H.
                 
              
               
                 Hark!
                 how
                 all
                 Things
                 in
                 one
                 Sound
                 Rejoyce
                 ,
                 17
              
               
                 Hark!
                 the
                 Ecchoing
                 Air
                 a
                 Triumph
                 Sings
                 ,
                 18
              
               
                 Here
                 's
                 the
                 Summer
                 sprightly
                 Gay
                 ,
                 24
              
               
                 Hark!
                 how
                 the
                 Songsters
                 of
                 the
                 Grove
                 ,
                 76
              
               
                 Hence
                 with
                 your
                 triffling
                 Deity
                 ,
                 80
              
               
                 Here
                 ye
                 Gods
                 of
                 Britain
                 ,
                 93
              
               
                 Hark
                 each
                 Tree
                 it's
                 silence
                 breaks
                 ,
                 157
              
            
             
               
                 I.
                 
              
               
                 I
                 Lov'd
                 fair
                 Celia
                 ,
                 150
              
               
                 I
                 spy
                 Celia
                 ,
                 166
              
               
                 
                   Julia
                   ,
                   Julia
                
                 ,
                 your
                 unjust
                 disdain
                 ,
                 145
              
            
             
               
                 L.
                 
              
               
                 Let
                 the
                 Fises
                 and
                 the
                 Clarions
                 ,
                 20
              
               
                 Love
                 in
                 their
                 little
                 Veins
                 Inspires
                 ,
                 81
              
               
                 Let
                 us
                 Dance
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 Sing
                 ,
                 152
              
            
             
               
                 M.
                 
              
               
                 May
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Witt
                 Inspire
                 the
                 sacred
                 Nine
                 ,
                 9
              
               
                 My
                 Prayers
                 are
                 heard
                 ,
                 48
              
               
                 Musick
                 for
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 our
                 cares
                 beguile
                 ,
                 126
              
               
                 Many
                 ,
                 many
                 Days
                 may
                 She
                 behold
                 ,
                 137
              
               
                 May
                 her
                 blest
                 Example
                 Chase
                 ,
                 151
              
            
             
               
                 N.
                 
              
               
                 Next
                 Winter
                 comes
                 Slowly
                 ,
                 Pale
                 Meager
                 and
                 Old
                 ,
                 26
              
            
             
               
                 O.
                 
              
               
                 On
                 the
                 Brow
                 of
                 Richmond
                 Hill
                 ,
                 128
              
               
                 Oh!
                 Fair
                 Cedaria
                 ,
                 147
              
               
                 Oh!
                 the
                 sweet
                 delights
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 175
              
            
             
               
                 P.
                 
              
               
                 Pious
                 Celinda
                 goes
                 to
                 Prayers
                 ,
                 63
              
            
             
               
                 R.
                 
              
               
                 Return
                 Revolting
                 Rebells
                 ,
                 88
              
            
             
               
                 S.
                 
              
               
                 Scorn'd
                 Envy
                 Heer
                 's
                 nothing
                 that
                 thou
                 const
                 blast
                 ,
                 57
              
               
                 Sound
                 the
                 Trumpet
                 beat
                 the
                 Warlike
                 Drum
                 ,
                 73
              
               
                 See
                 my
                 many
                 Colour'd
                 Feilds
                 ,
                 25
              
               
                 Sing
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 Voices
                 raise
                 ,
                 96
              
               
                 So
                 when
                 the
                 Glittering
                 queen
                 of
                 Night
                 110
              
               
                 Sound
                 Fame
                 thy
                 Brazen
                 Trumpet
                 sound
                 129
              
            
             
               
                 T.
                 
              
               
                 Thrice
                 happy
                 Lovers
                 ,
                 2
              
               
                 Thus
                 the
                 Gloomy
                 world
                 began
                 to
                 shine
                 ,
                 11
              
               
                 Thus
                 the
                 ever
                 grateful
                 spring
                 ,
                 22
              
               
                 The
                 fatal
                 hour
                 comes
                 on
                 a
                 pace
                 ,
                 30
              
               
                 To
                 Arms
                 ,
                 Heroick
                 Prince
                 ,
                 39
              
               
                 Their
                 looks
                 are
                 such
                 that
                 mercy
                 flows
                 ,
                 58
              
               
                 They
                 tell
                 us
                 that
                 you
                 mighty
                 Pow'rs
                 above
                 ,
                 56
              
               
                 The
                 Father
                 Brave
                 as
                 e're
                 was
                 Dane
                 ,
                 70
              
               
                 The
                 Bashfull
                 Thames
                 ,
                 102
              
               
                 The
                 Pale
                 and
                 the
                 Purple
                 Rose
                 ,
                 107
              
               
                 'T
                 is
                 Wine
                 was
                 made
                 to
                 rule
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 171
              
            
             
               
                 V.
                 
              
               
                 Underneath
                 this
                 Mirtle
                 shade
                 ,
                 141
              
            
             
               
                 W.
                 
              
               
                 What
                 can
                 we
                 poor
                 Females
                 do
                 ,
                 46
              
               
                 Wake
                 Quivera
                 ,
                 Wake
                 ,
                 52
              
               
                 Why
                 shou'd
                 Men
                 quarrel
                 here
                 ,
                 54
              
               
                 When
                 a
                 cruel
                 long
                 Winter
                 has
                 frozen
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 64
              
               
                 Who
                 can
                 from
                 Joy
                 refrain
                 ,
                 66
              
               
                 When
                 my
                 Acmelia
                 Smiles
                 She
                 Wounds
                 me
                 ,
                 113
              
               
                 When
                 Lovely
                 Phillis
                 thou
                 art
                 kind
                 ,
                 114
              
               
                 Wonderous
                 Machine
                 ,
                 115
              
               
                 Why
                 my
                 Daphne
                 ,
                 why
                 complaining
                 ,
                 131
              
            
             
               
                 Y.
                 
              
               
                 Young
                 Thyrsis
                 Fate
                 ye
                 Hills
                 and
                 Groves
                 ,
                 35
              
               
                 Ye
                 gentle
                 Spirits
                 of
                 the
                 Air
                 ,
                 43
              
               
                 Yes
                 Daphne
                 in
                 your
                 Face
                 ,
                 16
              
            
             
               The
               end
               of
               the
               Table
               .
            
          
           
             
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                 ORPHEUS
                 BRITANNICUS
              
               .
               The
               Second
               BOOK
               .
            
             
               
                 
                   (
                   Crown
                   the
                   Year
                   .
                
                 )
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 CRown
                 the
                 Year
                 ,
                 Crown
                 the
                 Year
                 ,
                 and
                 Crown
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 while
                 di╌stant
                 shoars
                 ,
                 while
                 di╌stant
                 shoars
                 ,
                 the
                 Tri╌bute
                 pay
                 ;
                 while
                 ne╌ver
                 fail╌ing
                 Thames
                 shall
                 glide
                 ,
                 while
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 fail╌ing
                 Thames
                 shall
                 glide
                 ,
                 with
                 Treasures
                 ,
                 and
                 Pleasures
                 ;
                 with
                 Treasures
                 ,
                 and
                 Pleasures
                 renew'd
                 with
                 each
                 Tide
                 ;
                 with
                 Plea╌sures
                 ,
                 and
                 Trea╌sures
                 renew'd
                 with
                 each
                 Tide
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 An
                 EPITHALAMIUM
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THrice
                 Happy
                 ,
                 Thrice
                 happy
                 ,
                 Thrice
                 happy
                 ,
                 happy
                 ,
                 happy
                 Lovers
                 ,
                 may
                 you
                 be
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 free
                 ;
                 may
                 you
                 be
                 ,
                 for
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 free
                 ,
                 from
                 the
                 torment╌ing
                 Devil
                 Jealousie
                 ;
                 from
                 all
                 the
                 anxious
                 ca╌res
                 and
                 stri╌se
                 that
                 at╌ten╌ds
                 a
                 Married
                 life
                 .
                 Thrice
                 happy
                 ,
                 thrice
                 happy
                 ,
                 thrice
                 happy
                 ,
                 happy
                 ,
                 happy
                 ,
                 hap╌py
                 ,
                 hap╌py
                 Lovers
                 ,
                 may
                 you
                 be
                 ,
                 for
                 
                 
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 ,
                 ever
                 free
                 :
                 Be
                 to
                 one
                 a╌nother
                 true
                 ,
                 Be
                 to
                 one
                 a╌nother
                 true
                 ,
                 kind
                 to
                 her
                 ,
                 kind
                 ,
                 kind
                 to
                 her
                 as
                 she
                 's
                 to
                 you
                 ;
                 and
                 since
                 the
                 errors
                 ,
                 since
                 the
                 er╌rors
                 of
                 the
                 Night
                 are
                 past
                 ,
                 may
                 he
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 may
                 he
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 may
                 he
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 con╌stant
                 ,
                 she
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 she
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 Chast
                 ;
                 may
                 he
                 be
                 ever
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 Con╌stant
                 ,
                 she
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 she
                 be
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 e╌ver
                 Chast
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 
                   (
                   Ah!
                   cruel
                   Nymph
                   .
                
                 )
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AH
                 !
                 cruel
                 ,
                 cruel
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 cruel
                 Nymph
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 cruel
                 Nymph
                 !
                 you
                 give
                 despair
                 ,
                 when
                 with
                 de╌li╌ght
                 I
                 shou'd
                 approach
                 thee
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 with
                 Sil╌via
                 you
                 reproach
                 me
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 cruel
                 Nymph
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 cruel
                 Nymph
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 with
                 Silvia
                 you
                 re╌proach
                 me
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 with
                 the
                 de╌luding
                 Fair
                 :
                 Too
                 long
                 ,
                 too
                 long
                 I
                 own
                 ,
                 I
                 own
                 ,
                 too
                 lon╌g
                 she
                 has
                 maintain'd
                 her
                 Conquest
                 when
                 her
                 Love
                 was
                 seign'd
                 ,
                 but
                 Charming
                 
                 
                 Ai╌ry
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 and
                 Gay
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 and
                 Ga╌y
                 ,
                 and
                 Ga╌y
                 ;
                 you
                 from
                 my
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 you
                 from
                 my
                 Eyes
                 have
                 dri╌ven
                 the
                 Mist
                 away
                 ;
                 Charming
                 ,
                 Ai╌ry
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 ,
                 Humorous
                 and
                 Ga╌y
                 ,
                 and
                 Ga╌y
                 ,
                 and
                 Ga╌y
                 ,
                 you
                 from
                 my
                 Eyes
                 ,
                 you
                 from
                 my
                 Eyes
                 have
                 dri╌ven
                 the
                 Mist
                 a╌way
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 (
                 Crown
                 the
                 Altar
                 ,
                 Deck
                 the
                 Shrine
                 .
                 )
                 
                   A
                   single
                   SONG
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 CRown
                 the
                 Al╌tar
                 ,
                 Deck
                 the
                 Shrine
                 ,
                 Crown
                 the
                 Al╌tar
                 ,
                 Deck╌the
                 Shrine
                 ,
                 Deck╌the
                 Shrine
                 ;
                 Be╌hold
                 ,
                 be╌hold
                 the
                 Bright
                 Se╌ra╌phick
                 throng
                 ,
                 the
                 bright
                 Seraphick
                 throng
                 ,
                 prepare
                 our
                 Har╌mo╌ny
                 to
                 join
                 ,
                 our
                 Har╌mo╌ny
                 to
                 join
                 ;
                 the
                 Sa╌cred
                 Quire
                 attend
                 too
                 long
                 :
                 ╌Be╌hold
                 ,
                 be╌hold
                 the
                 
                 
                 Bright
                 Se╌ra╌phick
                 throng
                 ,
                 the
                 Bright
                 Seraphick
                 throng
                 ,
                 pre╌pare
                 our
                 Har╌mony
                 to
                 join
                 ,
                 our
                 Har╌mony
                 to
                 joi╌n
                 ,
                 the
                 Sa╌cred
                 Quire
                 attend
                 to
                 long╌Crown
                 the
                 al╌tar
                 Deck
                 the
                 Shrine
                 ,
                 Crown
                 the
                 Al╌tar
                 Deck╌the
                 Shrine
                 ,
                 Deck╌the
                 Shrine
                 ,
                 Deck╌the
                 Shrine
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 2d
                 .
                 Act
                 of
                 the
                 Fairy-Queen
                 .
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ye
                 Song╌sters
                 of
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
                 Wake
                 and
                 assemble
                 ,
                 Wake
                 and
                 as╌sem╌ble
                 in
                 this
                 Wood
                 ;
                 Come
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ye
                 Songsters
                 of
                 the
                 Sky
                 ,
                 Wake╌and
                 as╌semble
                 ,
                 Wake
                 and
                 as╌semble
                 in
                 this
                 Wood
                 :
                 But
                 no
                 ill
                 bo╌ding
                 Bird
                 be
                 nigh
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 none
                 but
                 the
                 harm╌less
                 and
                 the
                 good
                 ;
                 but
                 no
                 ill
                 bo╌ding
                 Bird
                 be
                 nigh
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 
                 
                 none
                 but
                 the
                 Harm╌less
                 and
                 the
                 Good
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 none
                 but
                 the
                 Harmless
                 ,
                 none
                 but
                 the
                 Harmless
                 and
                 the
                 Good
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 none
                 ,
                 but
                 the
                 Harmless
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Good.
                 
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Three
                 Voices
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Fairy
                   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
                 the
                 Heart
                 ,
                 and
                 gives
                 me
                 pan╌gs
                 no
                 word
                 can
                 speak
                 ,
                 it
                 Wracks
                 me
                 ,
                 it
                 Wracks
                 me
                 in
                 each
                 Vi╌tal
                 part
                 ;
                 sure
                 ,
                 sure
                 when
                 you
                 go
                 ,
                 sure
                 when
                 you
                 go
                 ,
                 my
                 
                 
                 Heart
                 will
                 break
                 ;
                 sure
                 ,
                 sure
                 my
                 Heart
                 will
                 break
                 ;
                 since
                 I
                 for
                 you
                 so
                 much
                 ,
                 for
                 you
                 so
                 much
                 en╌dure
                 ,
                 may
                 I
                 not
                 ,
                 may
                 I
                 not
                 hope
                 you
                 will
                 ,
                 you
                 will
                 believe
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 you
                 a╌lone
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 you
                 a╌lone
                 these
                 Wounds
                 ,
                 these
                 Wounds
                 ,
                 these
                 Wounds
                 can
                 Cure
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 the
                 Fountains
                 of
                 my
                 Grief
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 you
                 alone
                 ,
                 you
                 alone
                 ,
                 you
                 a╌lone
                 these
                 Wounds
                 can
                 cure
                 ,
                 which
                 are
                 the
                 Fountains
                 ,
                 are
                 the
                 Fountains
                 of
                 my
                 Grief
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 ,
                 on
                 the
                 Late
                 Queens
                 Birth-day
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Britain
                 now
                 ,
                 BRi╌tain
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ;
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ;
                 Britain
                 now
                 ,
                 Britain
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 no╌w
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 no╌w
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 no╌w
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 :
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 thy
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 :
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 the
                 
                 
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 the
                 Day
                 that
                 Bless
                 our
                 Isle
                 ,
                 Bless
                 ,
                 Bless
                 ;
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 that
                 Bless
                 our
                 Isle
                 ,
                 Bless
                 ,
                 Bless
                 ,
                 Bless
                 ,
                 the
                 Day
                 that
                 Ble╌ss
                 our
                 Isle
                 .
                 Bless
                 the
                 Day
                 that
                 Bless
                 our
                 Isle
                 .
                 
                   End
                   with
                   the
                   first
                   strain
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 An
                 ELOGY
                 upon
                 the
                 Death
                 of
                 Mr.
                 
                   Thomas
                   Farmer
                
                 ,
                 B.
                 M.
                 
              
               
                 
                 YOung
                 Thir╌sis
                 Fate
                 ye
                 Hills
                 and
                 Gro╌ves
                 deplore
                 ,
                 Thirsis
                 ,
                 Thirsis
                 ,
                 the
                 Pride
                 of
                 all
                 the
                 Plains
                 ,
                 the
                 Joy╌of
                 Nymphs
                 ,
                 and
                 En╌vy
                 ,
                 and
                 En╌vy
                 of
                 the
                 Swains
                 ,
                 the
                 gentle
                 Thir╌sis
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 the
                 gen╌tle
                 Thir╌sis
                 is
                 no
                 
                 
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 the
                 gen╌tle
                 Thir╌sis
                 is
                 no
                 more
                 .
                 What
                 ,
                 what
                 makes
                 the
                 Spring
                 re╌tire
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 makes
                 the
                 Spring
                 re╌tire
                 ,
                 and
                 Groves
                 their
                 Songs
                 de╌cline
                 ?
                 What
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 makes
                 the
                 Spring
                 re╌tire
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 makes
                 the
                 Spring
                 re╌tire
                 ,
                 and
                 Groves
                 their
                 Songs
                 de╌cline
                 ?
                 
                   Soft
                   .
                
                 What
                 ,
                 what
                 !
                 Nature
                 for
                 her
                 lov'd
                 Thir╌sis
                 seems
                 to
                 pine
                 ,
                 for
                 her
                 
                   Loud
                   .
                
                 lov'd
                 Thir╌sis
                 seems
                 to
                 pine
                 ;
                 whose
                 are╌ful
                 Strains
                 ,
                 and
                 tune╌ful
                 Lyre
                 ,
                 made
                 the
                 Spring
                 
                 
                 bloom
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 the
                 Groves
                 in╌spire
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 the
                 Groves
                 in╌spire
                 ;
                 whose
                 art╌ful
                 Strains
                 ,
                 and
                 tune╌ful
                 Lyre
                 ,
                 made
                 the
                 Spring
                 bloom
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 —
                 the
                 
                   Soft
                   .
                
                 Groves
                 in╌spire
                 ,
                 and
                 did
                 —
                 the
                 Groves
                 in╌spire
                 .
                 What
                 ,
                 what
                 can
                 the
                 droop╌ing
                 Sons
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 sad
                 hour
                 ,
                 what
                 ,
                 what
                 can
                 the
                 drooping
                 Sons
                 of
                 Art
                 ,
                 from
                 this
                 sad
                 hour
                 impart
                 ,
                 to
                 cha╌rm
                 the
                 Cares
                 of
                 Life
                 ,
                 and
                 ea╌se
                 the
                 Lover's
                 smart
                 ,
                 and
                 
                   CHORVS
                   .
                
                 ea╌se
                 the
                 Lo╌ver's
                 smart
                 ?
                 While
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 in
                 dis╌mal
                 Notes
                 we
                 mourn
                 ,
                 and
                 While
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 in
                 dismall
                 Notes
                 we
                 mour╌n
                 ,
                 
                 
                 dis╌mal
                 Notes
                 we
                 mourn
                 ,
                 in
                 dis╌mal
                 Notes
                 we
                 mourn
                 ,
                 the
                 skilful
                 Shepherd's
                 while
                 thus
                 in
                 dis╌mal
                 Notes
                 we
                 mourn
                 ,
                 the
                 skilful
                 Shepherd's
                 Urn
                 ;
                 to
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 ,
                 Skies
                 ,
                 to
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 ,
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 Skies
                 ,
                 his
                 Urn
                 ;
                 to
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 Skies
                 ,
                 his
                 Harmony
                 he
                 bears
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 Harmony
                 he
                 bears
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 ,
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 transports
                 ,
                 transports
                 the
                 Spheres
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 transports
                 ,
                 
                   
                   
                     repeat
                  
                
                 the
                 Spheres
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 transport's
                 ,
                 transports
                 the
                 Spheres
                 ;
                 and
                 as
                 he
                 charm'd
                 the
                 Earth
                 ,
                 transports
                 ,
                 
                   
                   
                     repeat
                  
                
                 the
                 Spheres
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Trumpet
                 Song
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 
                   Mr.
                   Bowen
                
                 ,
                 in
                 the
                 
                   (
                   Libertine
                   destroy'd
                   .
                
                 )
              
               
                 
                 TO
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 Hero╌ick
                 Prince
                 ;
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 
                 
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 He╌ro╌ick
                 Prince
                 ;
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ,
                 to
                 Arms
                 ;
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 like
                 Love
                 ,
                 has
                 pow'r╌ful
                 Charms
                 ,
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 like
                 Love
                 ,
                 has
                 
                 
                 pow'r╌ful
                 Charms
                 ;
                 let
                 Glo╌ry
                 ,
                 let
                 Glo╌ry
                 now
                 thy
                 Soul
                 ingross
                 ,
                 and
                 recompence
                 its
                 Ri╌vals
                 loss
                 :
                 bid
                 Trumpets
                 sound
                 ,
                 bid
                 Trumpets
                 sound
                 ,
                 sou╌nd
                 ;
                 and
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 name
                 but
                 Battles
                 ,
                 but
                 Battles
                 ,
                 but
                 Bat╌tles
                 ,
                 
                 
                 Con╌quests
                 ,
                 Tri╌umphs
                 ,
                 Tri╌umphs
                 Fame
                 ,
                 Tri╌umphs
                 ,
                 
                 
                 Tri╌umphs
                 Fame
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 YE
                 gen╌tle
                 Spirits
                 of
                 the
                 Air
                 ,
                 ye
                 gen╌tle
                 Spirits
                 of
                 the
                 Air
                 ;
                 appear
                 ,
                 appear
                 ,
                 appear
                 ,
                 appear
                 ;
                 prepare
                 ,
                 prepare
                 ,
                 ╌
                 
                   prepare
                   ,
                   pre╌pare
                
                 ;
                 
                 
                 and
                 joyn
                 your
                 ten╌der
                 Voices
                 here
                 ,
                 appear
                 ,
                 appear
                 ,
                 appear
                 ,
                 appear
                 ,
                 prepa╌re
                 ,
                 prepare
                 ,
                 pre╌pare
                 and
                 joyn
                 your
                 ten╌der
                 Voices
                 here
                 .
                 Catch
                 ,
                 catch
                 a
                 repeat
                 ,
                 repeat
                 ,
                 repeat
                 ,
                 repeat
                 ,
                 repeat
                 the
                 trem╌bling
                 sounds
                 a╌new
                 repeat
                 ,
                 repeat
                 the
                 trem╌bling
                 soun╌ds
                 a╌new
                 :
                 Soft
                 ,
                 soft
                 ,
                 
                 
                 soft
                 as
                 her
                 sighs
                 and
                 sw╌eet
                 as
                 Pearly
                 dew
                 ,
                 and
                 sw╌eet
                 as
                 Pearly
                 dew
                 ;
                 run
                 ,
                 ╌run╌new
                 Di╌vi╌sion
                 ,
                 run
                 new
                 Di╌vi╌sion
                 ,
                 and
                 such
                 Measure
                 keep
                 ,
                 as
                 when
                 you
                 lull
                 ,
                 you
                 lull
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Love
                 a╌sleep
                 ,
                 ╌as
                 when
                 you
                 lull
                 ,
                 you
                 lull
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Love
                 a╌sleep
                 .
                 
                   Da
                   Capo
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WHat
                 can
                 we
                 ,
                 what
                 can
                 we
                 poor
                 Fe╌males
                 do
                 ;
                 when
                 What
                 can
                 we
                 ,
                 can
                 we
                 poor
                 Fa╌males
                 do
                 ;
                 when
                 Pressing
                 ,
                 Teasing
                 ,
                 Pressing
                 ,
                 Teasing
                 Lovers
                 sue
                 ?
                 What
                 can
                 we
                 ,
                 what
                 can
                 Pressing
                 ,
                 Teasing
                 ,
                 Pressing
                 ,
                 Teasing
                 Lovers
                 sue
                 ?
                 What
                 can
                 we
                 ,
                 what
                 can
                 we
                 poor
                 ,
                 poor
                 Females
                 do
                 ?
                 Fate
                 affords
                 no
                 o╌ther
                 way
                 ,
                 but
                 De╌ny╌ing
                 ,
                 we
                 poor
                 ,
                 poor
                 Females
                 do
                 ?
                 Fate
                 affords
                 no
                 o╌ther
                 way
                 ,
                 but
                 De╌ny╌ing
                 ,
                 or
                 Com╌ply╌ing
                 ,
                 but
                 De╌ny╌ing
                 ,
                 or
                 Com╌ply╌ing
                 ;
                 
                   First
                   Strain
                   again
                   .
                
                 or
                 Comyly╌ing
                 ,
                 but
                 De╌ny╌ing
                 ,
                 or
                 Com╌ply╌ing
                 ;
                 
                 
                 And
                 Resenting
                 ,
                 or
                 Consenting
                 ,
                 and
                 Resenting
                 ,
                 or
                 consenting
                 ,
                 does
                 a╌like╌our
                 Hopes
                 betray
                 .
                 And
                 Resenting
                 ,
                 or
                 Consenting
                 ,
                 or
                 Consenting
                 does
                 a╌like╌our
                 Hopes
                 betray
                 .
                 
                   End
                   with
                   the
                   first
                   strain
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Mad
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 BEneath
                 a
                 Poplar's
                 shadow
                 lay
                 me
                 ,
                 no
                 ra╌ging
                 Fires
                 will
                 there
                 dis╌may
                 
                   Soft
                   .
                
                 me
                 ;
                 near
                 some
                 silver
                 Current
                 lying
                 ,
                 near
                 some
                 silver
                 Current
                 lying
                 ;
                 Oh!
                 oh
                 !
                 under
                 slee╌py
                 Poppies
                 dying
                 :
                 I
                 swell╌and
                 am
                 bigger
                 ,
                 I
                 swell╌and
                 am
                 bigger
                 than
                 Typhon
                 e're
                 was
                 ;
                 with
                 a
                 strong
                 band
                 of
                 Brass
                 oh
                 !
                 bind
                 me
                 ,
                 oh
                 !
                 
                 
                 bind
                 me
                 about
                 !
                 lest
                 my
                 Bosom
                 shou'd
                 burst
                 ,
                 for
                 the
                 secret
                 to
                 pass
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Fu╌ry
                 get
                 out
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 ,
                 I
                 cannot
                 ,
                 I
                 will
                 not
                 be
                 vex't
                 any
                 longer
                 ,
                 while
                 I
                 ra╌ge
                 I
                 grow
                 weak
                 ,
                 while
                 I
                 ra╌ge
                 ,
                 while
                 I
                 ra╌ge
                 I
                 grow
                 weak
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Goddess
                 grows
                 stronger
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Verse
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 late
                 Queen's
                 Birthday
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 MY
                 Prayers
                 or'e
                 heard
                 ,
                 Heav'n
                 has
                 at
                 last
                 bestow'd
                 the
                 mighty
                 ,
                 mighty
                 —
                 Blessing
                 which
                 it
                 long
                 has
                 ow'd
                 ;
                 at
                 length
                 the
                 Bount'ous
                 Gods
                 have
                 sent
                 us
                 down
                 ,
                 a
                 Brightness
                 second
                 
                 
                 on╌ly
                 to
                 their
                 own
                 ;
                 I
                 see
                 the
                 rou╌nd
                 years
                 successive╌ly
                 mo╌ve
                 ,
                 to
                 Ripen
                 her
                 Beauty
                 ,
                 and
                 Crown
                 them
                 with
                 Love
                 :
                 A
                 Hero
                 re╌nown'd
                 in
                 Vertue
                 and
                 Arms
                 ,
                 shall
                 wear
                 the
                 soft
                 Chain
                 and
                 submit
                 to
                 her
                 Charms
                 ;
                 and
                 Hy╌men
                 and
                 Hebe
                 ,
                 and
                 Hy╌men
                 and
                 Hebe
                 shall
                 make
                 it
                 their
                 Care
                 ,
                 to
                 pour
                 all
                 their
                 joys╌on
                 the
                 Val'ant
                 and
                 Fair.
                 
                 
                 
                 
                   AS
                   A╌mo╌ret
                
                 and
                 Thir╌sis
                 lay
                 ,
                 as
                 A╌mo╌ret
                 ,
                 as
                 A╌mo╌ret
                 and
                 As
                 A╌mo╌ret
                 and
                 Thir╌sis
                 lay
                 as
                 A╌mo╌ret
                 and
                 Thir╌sis
                 lay
                 ;
                 Melting
                 ,
                 melting
                 ,
                 melting
                 ,
                 melt╌ing
                 the
                 hours
                 in
                 gen╌tle
                 Thir╌sis
                 lay
                 ;
                 Melting
                 ,
                 melting
                 ,
                 melt╌ing
                 the
                 hours
                 in
                 gen╌tle
                 play
                 ;
                 Joyning
                 ,
                 joyning
                 ,
                 joyning
                 Fa╌ces
                 ;
                 Mingling
                 Kis╌ses
                 ,
                 mingling
                 Kis╌ses
                 ,
                 play
                 ;
                 Joyning
                 ,
                 joyning
                 ,
                 joyning
                 Fa╌ces
                 ;
                 Mingling
                 Kis╌ses
                 ,
                 mingling
                 mingling
                 Kis╌ses
                 ,
                 and
                 ex╌chang╌ing
                 harmless
                 Blis╌ses
                 :
                 Kis╌ses
                 ,
                 mingling
                 Kis╌ses
                 ,
                 and
                 ex╌chang╌ing
                 harmless
                 Blis╌ses
                 :
                 
                 
                 He
                 trem╌bling
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 with
                 eager
                 ,
                 ea╌ger
                 hast
                 ;
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 He
                 trem╌bling
                 cry'd
                 ,
                 with
                 eager
                 ,
                 eager
                 hast
                 ;
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 me
                 Feed
                 ;
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 Feed
                 ;
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 me
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 Feed
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 Tast
                 ;
                 I
                 dye
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 ,
                 ho
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 let
                 me
                 Feed
                 as
                 well
                 as
                 Tast
                 ;
                 die
                 ,
                 die
                 ,
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 die
                 ,
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 I
                 die
                 if
                 I
                 'm
                 not
                 wholly
                 Blest
                 .
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 die
                 ,
                 die
                 ,
                 I
                 die
                 ,
                 I
                 die
                 if
                 I
                 'm
                 not
                 wholly
                 Blest
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Queen
                
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WAke
                 ,
                 wake
                 ,
                 wake
                 Qui╌ve╌ra
                 ,
                 wake
                 ,
                 our
                 soft╌rest
                 must
                 cease
                 ;
                 Wake
                 ,
                 wake
                 ,
                 wake
                 ,
                 Qui╌ve╌ra
                 ,
                 wake
                 ,
                 ╌our
                 soft╌rest
                 must
                 cease
                 ,
                 and
                 fly╌to╌gether
                 ,
                 and
                 fly╌to╌ge╌ther
                 with
                 our
                 Country's
                 
                 
                 peace
                 ;
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 more
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 ╌no
                 more
                 must
                 we
                 sleep
                 ,
                 must
                 we
                 sleep
                 under
                 Plan╌tain
                 shade
                 ,
                 which
                 neither
                 Heat
                 could
                 peirce
                 ,
                 nor
                 Cold
                 in╌vade
                 ;
                 where
                 bount'ous
                 Nature
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 fells
                 de╌cay
                 ,
                 and
                 op'╌ning
                 Buds
                 ,
                 and
                 op'╌ning
                 Buds
                 drive╌fall╌ing
                 Fruits
                 a╌way
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Queen
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Bowen
                 .
              
               
                 
                 VVHy
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 shou'd
                 men
                 quarrel
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 shou'd
                 men
                 quarrel
                 here
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 where
                 all╌pos╌sess
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 they
                 can
                 hope
                 for
                 by
                 suc╌cess
                 ;
                 
                 
                 none
                 ;
                 none
                 can
                 have
                 most
                 ,
                 none
                 can
                 have
                 most
                 where
                 Nature
                 is
                 so
                 kind
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 exceed
                 ,
                 as
                 to
                 exceed╌Man's
                 use
                 tho'
                 not
                 his
                 Mind
                 ;
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 shou'd
                 Men
                 quarrel
                 ,
                 why
                 ,
                 why
                 shou'd
                 Men
                 quarrel
                 here
                 ,
                 where
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 
                 
                 all
                 ,
                 where
                 all╌pos╌sess
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 they
                 can
                 hope
                 for
                 by
                 suc╌cess
                 ,
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 they
                 can
                 hope
                 for
                 by
                 suc╌cess
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 they
                 can
                 hope
                 ,
                 as
                 much
                 as
                 they
                 can
                 hope
                 for
                 by
                 suc╌cess
                 .
                 
                 
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Queen
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Freeman
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SCorn'd
                 Envy
                 here
                 's
                 nothing
                 ,
                 here
                 's
                 nothing
                 that
                 thou
                 ,
                 that
                 thou
                 canst
                 blast
                 ;
                 Her
                 glo╌ries
                 ,
                 her
                 glo╌ries
                 are
                 too
                 bright
                 ,
                 to
                 be
                 o're╌cast
                 ;
                 her
                 glo╌ries
                 ,
                 her
                 glo╌ries
                 are
                 too
                 brigh╌t
                 to
                 be
                 o're╌cast
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Queen
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Freeman
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THeir
                 looks
                 are
                 such
                 that
                 Mercy
                 flow╌s
                 from
                 thence
                 ,
                 more
                 gen╌tle
                 ,
                 gen╌tle
                 then
                 our
                 Na╌tive
                 innocence
                 :
                 By
                 their
                 pro╌tec╌tion
                 let
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 beg
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 they
                 come
                 not
                 here
                 to
                 con╌quer
                 but
                 for╌give
                 ;
                 by
                 their
                 pro╌tec╌tion
                 let
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 beg
                 to
                 live
                 ,
                 they
                 come
                 not
                 here
                 to
                 con╌quer
                 but
                 for╌give
                 ,
                 they
                 come
                 not
                 here
                 no
                 con╌quer
                 but
                 for╌give
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Queen
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mrs.
                 Cross
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THey
                 tell
                 us
                 that
                 you
                 migh╌ty
                 powers
                 above
                 ,
                 make
                 Perfect
                 your
                 Joys
                 and
                 your
                 Blessings
                 by
                 Love
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 Why
                 do
                 you
                 suffer
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 why
                 do
                 you
                 suffer
                 the
                 Blessing
                 that
                 's
                 there
                 ;
                 to
                 give
                 a
                 poor
                 Lover
                 such
                 sad
                 torments
                 here
                 ,
                 yet
                 tho'
                 for
                 my
                 pas╌sion
                 such
                 grief
                 I
                 en╌dure
                 ,
                 my
                 Love
                 shall
                 like
                 yours
                 ,
                 still
                 be
                 con╌stant
                 and
                 pure
                 .
              
               
                 
                   II.
                   
                
                 
                   To
                   suffer
                   for
                   him
                   gives
                   an
                   ease
                   to
                   my
                   Pains
                   ,
                
                 
                   There
                   's
                   joy
                   in
                   my
                   Grief
                   ,
                   and
                   ther
                   's
                   freedom
                   in
                   Chains
                   .
                
                 
                   If
                   I
                   were
                   Divine
                   ,
                   he
                   cou'd
                   Love
                   me
                   no
                   more
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   I
                   in
                   return
                   ,
                   my
                   Adorer
                   Adore
                   ;
                
                 
                   Oh!
                   Let
                   his
                   dear
                   life
                   then
                   (
                   kind
                   Gods
                   )
                   be
                   your
                   care
                   ,
                
                 
                   For
                   I
                   in
                   your
                   Blessings
                   have
                   no
                   other
                   share
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 the
                 
                   Indian
                   Queen
                
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Freeman
                 and
                 Mr.
                 Church
                 .
              
               
                 
                 AH
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 from
                 humane
                 passions
                 ,
                 from
                 humane
                 pas╌sions
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hay╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 from
                 humane
                 pas╌sions
                 free
                 :
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 free
                 :
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 those
                 wil╌d
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 those
                 wil╌d
                 
                 
                 Tenants
                 of
                 the
                 Breast
                 ;
                 no
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 no
                 never
                 ,
                 Tenants
                 of
                 the
                 Breast
                 ;
                 no
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 no
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 can
                 disturb
                 our
                 rest
                 ;
                 ah
                 !
                 never
                 ,
                 no
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 ,
                 never
                 can
                 disturb
                 our
                 rest
                 ;
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 happy
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 happy
                 are
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 happy
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 :
                 Yet
                 we
                 pit╌ty
                 ,
                 we
                 pit╌ty
                 ,
                 we
                 pitty
                 ,
                 tender
                 Souls
                 whome
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 we
                 :
                 Yet
                 we
                 pit╌ty
                 ,
                 we
                 pit╌ty
                 ,
                 tender
                 Souls
                 whom
                 the
                 
                 
                 Love
                 ,
                 whom
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 Love
                 ,
                 whom
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 Love
                 con╌trouls
                 ;
                 Tyrant
                 Love
                 ,
                 whom
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 Love
                 ,
                 whom
                 the
                 Tyrant
                 Love
                 con╌trouls
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 from
                 humane
                 Ah!
                 ah
                 !
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 hap╌py
                 are
                 we
                 ,
                 Passion
                 ,
                 from
                 humane
                 Pas╌sion
                 from
                 humane
                 Pas╌sion
                 free
                 .
                 free
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 ,
                 the
                 Words
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Congreve
                 .
              
               
                 
                 PI╌ous
                 Ce╌lin╌da
                 goes
                 to
                 Pray'rs
                 ,
                 if
                 I
                 but
                 ask
                 if
                 I
                 but
                 ask
                 the
                 Favour
                 ;
                 and
                 yet
                 the
                 ten╌der
                 ,
                 ten╌der
                 Fool
                 's
                 in
                 Tears
                 ,
                 when
                 she
                 believes
                 ,
                 when
                 she
                 be╌lieves
                 I
                 'll
                 leave
                 her
                 :
                 Wou'd
                 I
                 were
                 ,
                 wou'd
                 I
                 were
                 free
                 from
                 this
                 restraint
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 had
                 hopes
                 ,
                 or
                 else
                 had
                 ho╌pes
                 to
                 win
                 her
                 ;
                 wou'd
                 she
                 cou'd
                 ,
                 wou'd
                 she
                 cou'd
                 make
                 of
                 me
                 a
                 Saint
                 ,
                 or
                 I
                 of
                 her
                 ,
                 or
                 I
                 of
                 he╌r
                 a
                 Sinner
                 ;
                 wou'd
                 I
                 cou'd
                 ,
                 wou'd
                 I
                 cou'd
                 ,
                 oh
                 !
                 wou'd
                 I
                 cou'd
                 make
                 of
                 her
                 a
                 Sinner
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 by
                 Phoebus
                 in
                 the
                 Fairy-Queen
                 ,
                 which
                 shou'd
                 have
                 been
                 put
                 before
                 the
                 Four
                 Seasons
                 of
                 the
                 Year
                 ,
                 in
                 Page
                 21.
                 
              
               
                 
                 
                   Phoebus
                   
                
                 
                   Soft
                   .
                
                 
                   When
                   a
                   Cru╌el
                   Long
                   Winter
                   has
                   Fro╌zen
                   the
                   Earth
                   ,
                   and
                   Nature
                   imprison'd
                   ,
                   seeks
                   in
                   vain
                   to
                   be
                   Free
                   ;
                   and
                   
                   
                   Nature
                   imprison'd
                   seeks╌in
                   vain
                   to
                   be
                   Free
                   :
                   I
                   Dart
                   forth
                   my
                   Beams
                   to
                   give
                   all
                   things
                   a
                   Breath
                   ,
                   make╌ing
                   Spring
                   for
                   the
                   Plants
                   ,
                   ev'╌ry
                   Flow'r
                   and
                   each
                   Tree
                   .
                   'T
                   is
                   I
                   who
                   give
                   Life╌warmth
                   and
                   Vigour
                   to
                   all
                   ;
                   ev'n
                   Love
                   who
                   rules
                   all
                   things
                   in
                   Earth
                   Air
                   and
                   Sea
                   ,
                   wou'd
                   Languish
                   and
                   fade
                   and
                   to
                   nothing
                   ,
                   nothing
                   would
                   fall
                   ;
                   the
                   World
                   to
                   its
                   Chaos
                   wou'd
                   re╌turn
                   ,
                   but
                   for
                   me
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 following
                 Five
                 Verses
                 ,
                 are
                 taken
                 out
                 of
                 one
                 of
                 the
                 Duke
                 of
                 
                 Gloucester's
                 Birth-Day
                 SONGS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WHo
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 from
                 Joy╌refrain
                 ?
                 Who
                 ,
                 who
                 can
                 from
                 Joy╌refrain
                 ,
                 this
                 Gay
                 ,
                 ╌this
                 pleas╌ing
                 ,
                 shining
                 Wondrous
                 Day
                 ?
                 Who
                 ;
                 Who
                 can
                 from
                 Joy╌refrain
                 ,
                 this
                 Gay
                 .
                 ╌this
                 
                 
                 pleasing
                 ,
                 pleasing
                 shining
                 wond'rous
                 day
                 ;
                 wond'╌rous
                 ,
                 wond'╌rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 ,
                 wond'╌rous
                 ,
                 wond'╌rous
                 day
                 ,
                 wond'╌rous
                 ,
                 wond'╌rous
                 day
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Second
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 FOr
                 tho'
                 the
                 Sun
                 has
                 all
                 ,
                 has
                 all
                 his
                 Summers
                 Glo╌ries
                 For
                 tho'
                 the
                 Sun
                 has
                 all
                 ,
                 has
                 all
                 his
                 Summers
                 Glo╌ries
                 on
                 ,
                 has
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 has
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 his
                 Summers
                 Glories
                 on
                 ;
                 on
                 ,
                 has
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 his
                 Summers
                 Glories
                 on
                 ;
                 
                 
                 This
                 day
                 has
                 brighter
                 ,
                 brigh╌ter
                 splendors
                 ,
                 this
                 day
                 has
                 brighter
                 ,
                 brigh╌ter
                 This
                 day
                 has
                 brighter
                 ,
                 brigh╌ter
                 Splendors
                 ,
                 this
                 day
                 has
                 brighter
                 ,
                 splendors
                 ,
                 has
                 brigh╌ter
                 ,
                 brighter
                 splendors
                 brigh╌ter
                 splendors
                 ,
                 has
                 brigh╌ter
                 ,
                 brighter
                 splendors
                 far
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 rising
                 Star
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 ,
                 lit╌tle
                 ri╌sing
                 Star
                 —
                 far
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 ri╌sing
                 Star
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 ri╌sing
                 Star
                 ,
                 from
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 ,
                 lit╌tle
                 ╌
                 ,
                 a
                 lit╌tle
                 ri╌sing
                 Star.
                 ri╌sing
                 Star.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 SOLO
                 .
                 
                   The
                   Third
                
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 A
                 Prince
                 ,
                 a
                 Prince
                 of
                 Glo╌rious
                 Race
                 descend╌ed
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 hap╌py
                 ,
                 hap╌py
                 Birth
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 hap╌py
                 ,
                 hap╌py
                 ,
                 hap╌py
                 Birth
                 at╌tend╌ed
                 ;
                 A
                 Prince
                 ,
                 a
                 Prince
                 of
                 Glo╌rious
                 race
                 descended
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 happy
                 happy
                 Birth
                 ,
                 at
                 his
                 hap╌py
                 happy
                 ,
                 hap╌py
                 Birth
                 attended
                 ;
                 With
                 Ro╌sy
                 Smi╌ling
                 hours
                 ,
                 with
                 Ro╌sy
                 Smi╌ling
                 hours
                 to
                 show
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 Golden
                 Days
                 be╌stows
                 ,
                 
                 
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 Golden
                 days
                 be╌stow
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 ,
                 he
                 will
                 Golden
                 Days
                 be╌stow
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 The
                 Fourth
                 SONG
                 with
                 VIOLINS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Father
                 Brave
                 ,
                 the
                 Father
                 Brave
                 as
                 e're
                 was
                 Dane
                 ,
                 as
                 e're
                 was
                 Dane
                 ;
                 Whose
                 Thundring
                 ,
                 
                 
                 Thundring
                 ;
                 Thundring
                 ,
                 Thundring
                 Sword
                 ,
                 whose
                 Thundring
                 ,
                 Thundring
                 ,
                 Thundring
                 ,
                 Thundring
                 Sword
                 ,
                 has
                 Thousands
                 ,
                 thousands
                 ,
                 has
                 thousands
                 ,
                 thousands
                 ,
                 thousands
                 ,
                 thousands
                 Slain
                 ,
                 has
                 thousands
                 ,
                 thousands
                 ,
                 has
                 thousands
                 ,
                 thousands
                 Slain
                 ,
                 and
                 made
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 
                 made
                 him
                 o'er
                 half
                 ,
                 o'er
                 half
                 Europe
                 Reign
                 ;
                 And
                 made
                 him
                 ,
                 and
                 made
                 him
                 o'er
                 half
                 Europe
                 Reign
                 .
                 The
                 Father
                 Brave
                 ,
                 the
                 Father
                 Brave
                 as
                 e'er
                 was
                 Dane
                 ,
                 as
                 e'er
                 was
                 Dane
                 ,
                 as
                 e'er
                 was
                 Dane
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 Fifth
                 SONG
                 ,
                 with
                 a
                 Trumpet
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SOun╌d
                 the
                 Trumpet
                 ,
                 soun╌d
                 ,
                 soun╌d
                 ,
                 soun╌d
                 the
                 Trumpet
                 Sound
                 ;
                 And
                 beat
                 the
                 War╌like
                 Drums
                 ,
                 and
                 beat
                 the
                 War╌like
                 Drums
                 ;
                 The
                 Prince
                 will
                 be
                 with
                 Lawrels
                 Crown'd
                 ,
                 the
                 Prince
                 will
                 
                 
                 be
                 with
                 Lawrels
                 Crown╌d
                 ,
                 be╌fore
                 his
                 Manhood
                 comes
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 Ah!
                 how
                 pleas'd
                 he
                 is
                 and
                 Gay
                 ,
                 Ah!
                 Ah!
                 How
                 pleas'd
                 he
                 is
                 and
                 Ga╌y
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Trumpet
                 Strikes
                 his
                 Ear
                 ,
                 when
                 the
                 Trumpet
                 Strikes
                 his
                 Ear
                 ;
                 Ah!
                 Ah!
                 how╌pleas╌'d
                 he
                 
                 
                 is
                 and
                 gay
                 ;
                 His
                 hands
                 like
                 shak╌ing
                 Lillies
                 play
                 ;
                 his
                 hands
                 like
                 shake╌ing
                 Lillies
                 play
                 ,
                 and
                 catch
                 ,
                 and
                 catch
                 ,
                 and
                 catch
                 ,
                 and
                 catch
                 at
                 ev╌'ry
                 Sphear
                 ,
                 and
                 catch
                 ╌at
                 ev╌'ry
                 Sphear
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 MUSICK
                 in
                 Timon
                 of
                 Athens
                 .
                 
                   The
                   First
                
                 SONG
                 ,
                 with
                 Flutes
                 .
              
               
                 
                 HArk
                 !
                 hark
                 how
                 the
                 Song╌sters
                 ,
                 hark
                 !
                 how
                 the
                 Songsters
                 ,
                 how
                 the
                 Hark!
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 !
                 how
                 the
                 Song╌sters
                 ,
                 hark
                 how
                 the
                 
                 
                 Song╌sters
                 of
                 the
                 Grove
                 ;
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 Sin╌g
                 Song╌sters
                 of
                 the
                 Grove
                 ;
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 Sin╌g
                 ,
                 Anthems
                 to
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Love.
                 Hark!
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 !
                 Anthems
                 to
                 the
                 God
                 of
                 Love.
                 Hark!
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 !
                 
                 
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 how
                 each
                 Am╌arous
                 winged
                 pair
                 ,
                 with
                 Love's
                 great
                 Praises
                 ,
                 hark
                 !
                 hark
                 how
                 each
                 Am╌arous
                 winged
                 pair
                 ,
                 with
                 Love's
                 great
                 with
                 Love's
                 great
                 Prai╌ses
                 fill
                 the
                 Air
                 ;
                 On
                 ev╌'ry
                 side
                 the
                 Praises
                 ,
                 with
                 Love's
                 great
                 Praises
                 fill
                 the
                 Air
                 ;
                 On
                 ev╌'ry
                 side
                 the
                 Char╌ing
                 
                 
                 Charm╌ing
                 sound
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 Woods
                 ,
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 Woods
                 ,
                 the
                 sound
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 Woods
                 ,
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 Charming
                 sound
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hallow
                 ,
                 hollow
                 ,
                 hollow
                 Woods
                 re╌boun╌d
                 ;
                 Woods
                 ,
                 the
                 Charming
                 sound
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 Woods
                 reboun╌d
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 ,
                 hol╌how
                 Woods
                 re╌bound
                 ,
                 does
                 from
                 the
                 hollow
                 ,
                 hollow
                 ,
                 hollow
                 ,
                 hol╌low
                 Woods
                 rebound
                 ,
                 re╌bound
                 ,
                 rebound
                 .
                 re╌bound
                 .
                 
                 
                 LOve
                 in
                 their
                 little
                 Veins
                 in╌spires
                 ,
                 Love
                 in
                 their
                 lit╌tle
                 Veins
                 inspires
                 ,
                 their
                 Cher╌full
                 Notes
                 their
                 soft
                 de╌sire
                 ,
                 Love
                 in
                 their
                 little
                 ╌sire
                 while
                 heat
                 ,
                 while
                 heat
                 make
                 Budds
                 and
                 Blossoms
                 spring
                 ;
                 those
                 pretty
                 ,
                 pretty
                 Couples
                 love
                 and
                 sing
                 ;
                 But
                 Winter
                 puts
                 out
                 ,
                 puts
                 out
                 their
                 desire
                 ,
                 and
                 half
                 the
                 year
                 they
                 want
                 ,
                 they
                 want
                 Loves
                 Fire
                 ;
                 But
                 Winter
                 puts
                 out
                 ,
                 puts
                 out
                 their
                 desires
                 ,
                 and
                 half
                 the
                 year
                 they
                 want
                 ,
                 they
                 want
                 Loves
                 Fire
                 .
                 But
                 Fire
                 .
                 
                 
                 BUt
                 ah
                 !
                 but
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 delights
                 more
                 dear
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 dear
                 ;
                 But
                 But
                 ah
                 !
                 but
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 delights
                 more
                 dear
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 dear
                 ;
                 But
                 But
                 ah
                 !
                 but
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 delights
                 more
                 dear
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 more
                 dear
                 ;
                 But
                 ah
                 !
                 but
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 delights
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 dear
                 ;
                 For
                 ah
                 !
                 but
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 delights
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 dear
                 ;
                 For
                 ah
                 !
                 but
                 ah
                 !
                 how
                 much
                 are
                 our
                 delights
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 dear
                 ;
                 for
                 on╌ly
                 human
                 
                 
                 Only
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 on╌ly
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 For
                 on╌ly
                 Human
                 kind
                 ;
                 love
                 ,
                 On╌ly
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 on╌ly
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 For
                 on╌ly
                 Human
                 kind
                 ;
                 love
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 only
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 for
                 only
                 Human
                 kind
                 ;
                 Love
                 ,
                 love
                 ,
                 love
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ;
                 For
                 only
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ;
                 For
                 on╌ly
                 ,
                 only
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 ;
                 For
                 only
                 ,
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 love
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 .
                 Human
                 kind
                 ,
                 love
                 all╌the
                 year
                 .
                 human
                 kind
                 ,
                 love
                 all
                 the
                 year
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 HAUTBOYS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Hence
                 ,
                 hence
                 ,
                 hence
                 with
                 your
                 trifling
                 Deity
                 ;
                 a
                 grea╌ter
                 ,
                 grea╌ter
                 grea╌ter
                 we
                 a╌dore
                 ;
                 
                   Bacchus
                   ,
                   Bacchus
                   ,
                   Bacchus
                   ,
                   Bacchus
                
                 who
                 
                 
                 allways
                 ,
                 allways
                 keeps
                 us
                 Free
                 ;
                 ╌from
                 that
                 blind
                 Childish
                 Pow'r╌that
                 allways
                 ,
                 allways
                 keeps
                 us
                 free
                 ,
                 —
                 
                   Slow
                   .
                
                 from
                 that
                 blind
                 Childish
                 Pow'r
                 :
                 Love
                 makes
                 you
                 languish
                 and
                 look
                 pale
                 ,
                 and
                 sneak
                 and
                 
                 
                 Sigh
                 ,
                 sigh
                 ,
                 sigh
                 and
                 whine
                 ,
                 
                   Brisk
                   .
                
                 but
                 over
                 us
                 no
                 griefs
                 prevail
                 ,
                 No
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 griefs
                 prevail
                 ,
                 while
                 we
                 have
                 lu╌sty
                 Wine
                 ;
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 ,
                 no
                 griefs
                 prevail
                 ,
                 while
                 we
                 have
                 lu╌sty
                 Wine
                 ,
                 while
                 we
                 have
                 lu╌sty
                 Wine
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 with
                 a
                 SIMPHOMY
                 .
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 make
                 haste
                 ,
                 make
                 haste
                 ,
                 make
                 haste
                 ,
                 make
                 haste
                 ,
                 make
                 haste
                 ,
                 make
                 haste
                 the
                 sweets
                 of
                 mu╌tual
                 pas╌sions
                 taste
                 ;
                 Come
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 ,
                 come
                 all
                 to
                 me
                 and
                 wear
                 my
                 Chains
                 ;
                 
                 
                 the
                 joys
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 the
                 joys╌of
                 Love
                 without
                 its
                 pains
                 ;
                 The
                 joys
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 the
                 joy╌s
                 of
                 Love
                 without
                 its
                 pains
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 with
                 Instruments
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Return
                 ,
                 return
                 ,
                 revolting
                 Rebells
                 ;
                 return
                 ,
                 where
                 d'
                 ye
                 go
                 ,
                 where
                 d'
                 ye
                 go
                 ,
                 where
                 d'
                 ye
                 go
                 ,
                 d'
                 ye
                 
                 
                 know
                 ?
                 D'
                 ye
                 know
                 ,
                 d'
                 ye
                 know
                 ,
                 what
                 Phantism
                 't
                 is
                 misleads
                 you
                 so
                 :
                 Return
                 ,
                 return
                 ,
                 re╌volting
                 Rebels
                 return
                 ;
                 Where
                 d'
                 ye
                 go
                 ,
                 where
                 d'
                 ye
                 go
                 ,
                 where
                 d'
                 ye
                 go
                 d'
                 ye
                 know
                 ?
                 D'
                 ye
                 know
                 ,
                 d'
                 ye
                 know
                 what
                 Phantism
                 't
                 is
                 m●sleads
                 you
                 so
                 ,
                 to
                 grieve
                 and
                 to
                 care
                 ,
                 to
                 grieve
                 and
                 to
                 
                 
                 care
                 ;
                 To
                 Tyrannous
                 Chains
                 ,
                 to
                 Tyrannous
                 Chains
                 ,
                 to
                 doubt
                 and
                 dispair
                 ;
                 To
                 Barbarous
                 Jea╌lou╌sy
                 ,
                 Barbarous
                 jea╌lou╌sy
                 ,
                 mi╌se╌ry
                 ,
                 Slavery
                 ;
                 To
                 Torments
                 and
                 pains
                 ,
                 
                   Return
                   ,
                   as
                   before
                   .
                
                 to
                 Torments
                 ,
                 Torments
                 and
                 pains
                 .
                 
                   Return
                   ,
                   as
                   before
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Two
                 Part
                 SONG
                 between
                 Cupid
                 and
                 Bacchus
                 .
              
               
                 
                 COme
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 Come
                 let
                 us
                 agree
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 agree
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 agree
                 ;
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 ,
                 come
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ;
                 There
                 are
                 pleasures
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 pleasures
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 a╌gree
                 ;
                 There
                 are
                 pleasures
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 in
                 in
                 Love
                 and
                 in
                 Wine
                 ,
                 in
                 Love
                 and
                 in
                 Wine
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 pleasures
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 Wine
                 and
                 in
                 Love
                 ,
                 in
                 Wine
                 and
                 in
                 Love
                 ,
                 there
                 are
                 pleasures
                 ,
                 are
                 pleasures
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 
                 
                 in
                 Wine
                 and
                 in
                 Love
                 ,
                 in
                 Love
                 and
                 in
                 Wine
                 ,
                 in
                 Wine
                 and
                 in
                 in
                 Wine
                 and
                 in
                 Love
                 ,
                 in
                 Love
                 and
                 in
                 Wine
                 ,
                 in
                 Wine
                 and
                 in
                 Love
                 ,
                 in
                 Love
                 and
                 in
                 Wine
                 .
                 Love
                 ,
                 in
                 Love
                 and
                 in
                 Wine
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 SONGS
                 in
                 Bonduca
                 .
              
               
                 
                 Here
                 ye
                 Gods
                 of
                 Britain
                 ,
                 here
                 ye
                 Gods
                 of
                 Britain
                 ;
                 Here
                 us
                 this
                 day
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Let
                 us
                 not
                 fall
                 ,
                 let
                 us
                 not
                 fall
                 the
                 Roman
                 Eagles
                 prey
                 ,
                 clip
                 ,
                 clip
                 their
                 wings
                 ,
                 clip
                 ,
                 clip
                 their
                 wings
                 clip
                 ,
                 clip
                 their
                 Wings
                 ,
                 or
                 cha╌se
                 'em
                 home
                 ;
                 And
                 check
                 the
                 
                 
                 Tow'ring
                 pride
                 of
                 Rome
                 ;
                 And
                 check
                 the
                 Tow'ring
                 pride
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 clip
                 their
                 wings
                 ,
                 or
                 chase'em
                 home
                 ,
                 clip
                 their
                 wings
                 or
                 chase'em
                 home
                 ,
                 clip
                 ,
                 clip
                 their
                 wings
                 
                 
                 or
                 chase'em
                 home
                 ,
                 and
                 check
                 the
                 Tow'ring
                 pride
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 of
                 Rome
                 ,
                 of
                 Rome
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 Symphony
                 for
                 Flutes
                 to
                 the
                 following
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
              
               
                 First
                 Flute
                 .
              
               
                 
              
               
                 Second
                 Flute
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                 
                 Sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ;
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 
                 
                 sing
                 ,
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ;
                 All
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 Voi╌ces
                 raise
                 ;
                 All
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 sing
                 ,
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ;
                 All
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 Voi╌ces
                 raise
                 ;
                 All
                 ,
                 all
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 Voi╌ces
                 raise
                 ;
                 Sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 your
                 Voi╌ces
                 raise╌to
                 Voi╌ces
                 raise
                 ;
                 Sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 all
                 your
                 Voi╌ces
                 raise╌to
                 Celebrate
                 ,
                 to
                 Celebrate
                 di╌vine
                 
                   An
                   da╌tes
                
                 Praise
                 ;
                 To
                 Celebrate
                 ,
                 to
                 Celebrate
                 di╌╌vine
                 Celebrate
                 ,
                 to
                 Celebrate
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 To
                 Celebrate
                 ,
                 to
                 Celebrate
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 Sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 ,
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 Sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 
                 
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 An╌da╌tes
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ;
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ;
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 di╌vine
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ye
                 Druids
                 :
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ,
                 sing
                 ye
                 Druids
                 ;
                 sing
                 sing
                 di╌vine╌
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 di╌vine╌
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 An╌da╌tes
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 di╌vine
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ye
                 Dru╌ids
                 ;
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ye
                 Dru╌ids
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 di╌vine
                 —
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ye
                 Dru╌ids
                 ;
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ye
                 Dru╌ids
                 ,
                 Sing
                 ,
                 Sing
                 di╌vine╌
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 .
                 ╌
                 An╌da╌tes
                 Praise
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 VERSE
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 in
                 the
                 
                 Yorkshire-Feast-Song
                 .
              
               
                 
                 BRigantium
                 Honour'd
                 with
                 a
                 Race
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 Brigantium
                 Honour'd
                 with
                 a
                 Brigantium
                 Honour'd
                 with
                 a
                 Race
                 di╌vine
                 ;
                 gave
                 Birth
                 to
                 the
                 Vic╌rious
                 Race
                 di╌vine
                 ,
                 Brigantium
                 Honour'd
                 with
                 a
                 Race
                 di╌vine
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Constantine
                 ,
                 gave
                 Birth
                 to
                 the
                 Vic╌to╌rious
                 to
                 the
                 Vic╌to╌ri╌ous
                 
                   Con
                   stan╌tine
                
                 :
                 Whose
                 Collony
                 ,
                 whilst
                 planted
                 there
                 ,
                 Con╌stan╌tine
                 :
                 Whose
                 fresh
                 blooming
                 Glo╌ries
                 ,
                 still
                 ,
                 still
                 —
                 re╌new'd
                 Collony
                 ,
                 whilst
                 planted
                 there
                 ,
                 fresh
                 blooming
                 Glo╌ries
                 still
                 re╌new'd
                 the
                 Year
                 ;
                 whose
                 Col╌lo╌ny
                 ,
                 whose
                 Col╌lo╌ny
                 ,
                 whilst
                 the
                 Year
                 ;
                 whose
                 Col╌lo╌ny
                 ,
                 whilst
                 plant╌ed
                 there
                 ,
                 
                 
                 plant╌ed
                 there
                 ,
                 fresh
                 Bloom╌ing
                 Glo╌ries
                 fresh
                 Bloom╌ing
                 Glo╌ries
                 still
                 re╌new'd
                 the
                 Year
                 .
                 still
                 renew'd
                 the
                 Year
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 VERSE
                 with
                 Flutes
                 in
                 the
                 Yorkshire
                 Feast-Song
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   FLVTES
                   .
                
                 
                 
              
               
                 
                 THe
                 Bashful
                 Thames
                 for
                 Beauty
                 so
                 renown'd
                 ,
                 in
                 hast
                 ran
                 by
                 her
                 pu╌ny
                 Town
                 ;
                 and
                 poor
                 ,
                 and
                 poor
                 Augusta
                 was
                 a
                 sham'd
                 to
                 own
                 .
                 The
                 Bashful
                 Thames
                 ,
                 for
                 Beauty
                 so
                 renown'd
                 ,
                 in
                 hast
                 ran
                 by
                 her
                 pu╌ny
                 Town
                 ;
                 and
                 
                 
                 poor
                 ,
                 and
                 poor
                 Augusta
                 was
                 a
                 sham'd
                 to
                 own
                 ;
                 
                   Au
                   gu╌sta
                
                 then
                 did
                 droo╌ping
                 lye
                 ,
                 did
                 drooping
                 ,
                 drooping
                 ,
                 droop╌ing
                 lye
                 ;
                 tho'
                 now
                 she
                 rears
                 her
                 Tow'ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 ;
                 tho'
                 now
                 she
                 rears
                 her
                 Tow'ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 ,
                 her
                 
                 
                 Tow'╌ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 ;
                 Au╌gusta
                 then
                 did
                 droop╌ing
                 lye
                 ,
                 did
                 drooping
                 ,
                 drooping
                 ,
                 drooping
                 lye
                 ;
                 tho'
                 now
                 she
                 rears
                 her
                 Tow'ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 ;
                 tho'
                 now
                 she
                 rears
                 her
                 Tow'ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 ,
                 her
                 
                 
                 Tow'╌ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 ,
                 her
                 Tow'╌ring
                 Front
                 so
                 high
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 VERSE
                 with
                 Violins
                 in
                 the
                 Yorkshire
                 Feast-Song
                 .
              
               
                 
              
               
                 VIOLINS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 The
                 pale
                 and
                 the
                 pur╌ple
                 Rose
                 ,
                 that
                 af╌ter
                 cost
                 so
                 many
                 ,
                 ma╌ny
                 Blows
                 ,
                 so
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 Blows
                 ,
                 so
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 Blows
                 ,
                 when
                 Eng╌lish
                 Ba╌rons
                 sought
                 a
                 Price
                 
                 
                 so
                 dear╌ly
                 bought
                 :
                 By
                 the
                 Bold╌Worthies
                 of
                 the
                 Shire
                 ,
                 still
                 best
                 by
                 Sword
                 and
                 Shield
                 ,
                 defended
                 were
                 ;
                 by
                 the
                 Bold╌Worthies
                 
                 
                 of
                 that
                 Shire
                 ,
                 still
                 best
                 by
                 Sword
                 and
                 Shield
                 ,
                 de╌fend╌ed
                 were
                 ,
                 were
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 VERSE
                 with
                 Violins
                 in
                 the
                 
                 Yorkshire-Feast-Song
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SO
                 when
                 the
                 glit'ring
                 Queen
                 of
                 Night
                 ,
                 with
                 black
                 E╌clipse
                 is
                 shadow'd
                 ,
                 is
                 
                 
                 shadow'd
                 ore
                 ,
                 ore
                 .
                 The
                 Globe
                 that
                 Swell╌s
                 with
                 Sullen
                 Pride
                 ,
                 her
                 Daz╌ling
                 Beams
                 to
                 hide
                 ;
                 does
                 but
                 a
                 
                 
                 little
                 ,
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 a
                 little
                 ,
                 a
                 little
                 time
                 a╌bide
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 each
                 Ray
                 ,
                 and
                 then
                 each
                 Ray
                 is
                 Bright╌er
                 ,
                 is
                 Bright╌er
                 than
                 be╌fore
                 ,
                 fore
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WHen
                 my
                 Ac╌me╌lia
                 Smile╌s
                 she
                 wounds
                 me
                 with
                 a
                 smooth
                 Shaft
                 that
                 I
                 embrace
                 ;
                 when
                 she
                 speaks
                 ,
                 when
                 she
                 speaks
                 ,
                 yet
                 more
                 con╌sounds
                 me
                 ,
                 her
                 Words
                 does
                 sli╌de
                 with
                 such
                 a
                 Grace
                 :
                 From
                 that
                 soft
                 Voice
                 what
                 can
                 defend
                 me
                 ?
                 Such
                 live╌ly
                 Sence
                 does
                 from
                 it
                 flow
                 ,
                 all
                 others
                 Wit
                 does
                 now
                 of╌fend
                 me
                 ,
                 since
                 by
                 kind
                 ,
                 since
                 by
                 kind
                 Whis╌pers
                 hers
                 I
                 know
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 WHen
                 love╌ly
                 
                   Phil
                   lis
                
                 thou
                 art
                 kind
                 ,
                 nought
                 but
                 Raptures
                 fill
                 my
                 Mind
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 Hen
                 love╌ly
                 Phillis
                 thou
                 art
                 kind
                 ,
                 nought
                 but
                 Raptures
                 fill
                 my
                 Mind
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 then
                 I
                 think
                 thee
                 so
                 Divine
                 ,
                 t'
                 excell
                 the
                 migh╌ty
                 Pow'r
                 of
                 Wine
                 :
                 But
                 when
                 thou
                 in╌sult'st
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 think
                 thee
                 so
                 Divine
                 ,
                 t'
                 excell
                 the
                 mighty
                 Pow'r
                 of
                 Wine
                 :
                 But
                 but
                 when
                 thou
                 in╌sult'st
                 ,
                 and
                 lau╌ghs
                 at
                 my
                 Pain
                 ,
                 I
                 wash
                 thee
                 a
                 when
                 thou
                 insult'st
                 ,
                 and
                 lau╌ghs
                 at
                 my
                 Pain
                 ,
                 I
                 wash
                 thee
                 a
                 way
                 with
                 sparkling
                 Champaign
                 ;
                 so
                 bravely
                 contemn
                 both
                 the
                 Boy
                 and
                 his
                 Mother
                 ,
                 and
                 drive
                 out
                 one
                 way
                 with
                 sparkling
                 Champaign
                 ;
                 so
                 bravely
                 contemn
                 both
                 the
                 Boy
                 and
                 his
                 Mother
                 ,
                 and
                 
                 
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 drive
                 out
                 one
                 God
                 by
                 the
                 Pow'r
                 ,
                 by
                 the
                 Pow'r
                 of
                 another
                 .
                 drive
                 out
                 one
                 God
                 ,
                 and
                 drive
                 out
                 ,
                 and
                 drive
                 out
                 one
                 God
                 by
                 the
                 Pow'r
                 of
                 another
                 .
              
               
                 
                   II.
                   
                
                 
                   When
                   Pity
                   in
                   thy
                   Looks
                   I
                   see
                   ,
                
                 
                   I
                   frailly
                   quit
                   my
                   Friends
                   for
                   thee
                   ;
                
                 
                   Perswasive
                   Love
                   so
                   charms
                   me
                   then
                   ,
                
                 
                   My
                   Freedom
                   l'd
                   not
                   wish
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                   But
                   when
                   thou
                   art
                   cruel
                   ,
                   and
                   heeds
                   not
                   my
                   Care
                   ,
                
                 
                   Streight
                   with
                   a
                   Bumper
                   I
                   banish
                   Despair
                   ;
                
                 
                   So
                   bravely
                   contemn
                   both
                   the
                   Boy
                   and
                   his
                   Mother
                   ,
                
                 
                   And
                   drive
                   out
                   one
                   God
                   by
                   the
                   Pow'r
                   of
                   another
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 with
                 Hautboys
                 ,
                 on
                 St.
                 
                 Cecilia's
                 day
                 1692.
                 
              
               
                 
                 
                   Hautboys
                   .
                
                 WOnd'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 ,
                 Ma╌chine
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Wond'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 Ma╌chine
                 ,
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 the
                 warb╌ling
                 Lute
                 ,
                 tho'
                 us'd
                 to
                 Conquest
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 
                 
                 yeild
                 ;
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 yeild
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 yeild
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 yeild
                 :
                 With
                 thee
                 una╌ble
                 ,
                 with
                 thee
                 un╌a╌ble
                 ,
                 with
                 the
                 un╌a╌ble
                 
                 
                 to
                 di╌spute
                 ;
                 Tho'
                 us'd
                 to
                 Con╌quest
                 ,
                 tho'
                 us'd
                 to
                 Conquest
                 ,
                 is
                 with
                 thee
                 un╌a╌ble
                 to
                 dis╌pute
                 .
                 
                 
                 Wond'rous
                 ,
                 wand'rous
                 ,
                 wand'rous
                 ,
                 wond'rous
                 Ma╌chine
                 ,
                 to
                 thee
                 ,
                 the
                 warb╌ling
                 Lute
                 ,
                 tho'
                 us'd
                 to
                 Conquest
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 
                 
                 yeild
                 ;
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 yeild
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 yeild
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 ,
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 must
                 be
                 forc'd
                 to
                 yeild
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 in
                 Donquixote
                 ,
                 Sung
                 by
                 Mr.
                 Freeman
                 and
                 Mrs.
                 Cibber
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   Trumpet
                   .
                
                 GEnius
                 of
                 England
                 from
                 thy
                 pleasant
                 Bow'r
                 of
                 Bliss
                 a╌ri╌se
                 ,
                 and
                 sprea╌d
                 thy
                 sa╌cred
                 Wings
                 ;
                 Guard
                 ,
                 guard
                 from
                 Foes
                 the
                 Brittish
                 State
                 ,
                 thou
                 on
                 whose
                 smile
                 does
                 wait
                 ,
                 th'╌uncertain
                 hap╌py
                 Fate
                 ,
                 of
                 Monarchies
                 and
                 Kings
                 .
              
               
               
               
                 
                   Mrs.
                   Cibber
                   .
                
                 
                   Then
                   follow
                   brave
                   Boys
                   ,
                   then
                   follow
                   brave
                   Boys
                   to
                   the
                   Wars
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   brave
                   Boys
                   to
                   the
                   War╌s
                   ,
                   
                   
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   ,
                   follow
                   brave
                   Boys
                   to
                   the
                   War╌s
                   '
                   the
                   Lawrel
                   you
                   know's
                   the
                   prize
                   ,
                   the
                   Lawrel
                   you
                   know's
                   the
                   prize
                   :
                   Who
                   brings
                   home
                   the
                   noblest
                   ,
                   the
                   no╌blest
                   ,
                   the
                   no╌blest
                   Scars
                   ,
                   looks
                   fine╌est
                   
                   
                   in
                   Ce╌lia's
                   Eyes
                   ;
                   then
                   sha╌ke
                   off
                   the
                   slothful
                   Ease
                   ,
                   let
                   Glory
                   ,
                   let
                   Glory
                   ,
                   let
                   Glo╌ry
                   in╌spi╌re
                   your
                   Hearts
                   ;
                   Re╌member
                   a
                   Soldier
                   in
                   War
                   and
                   in
                   
                   
                   Peace
                   ,
                   remember
                   a
                   Soldier
                   in
                   War
                   ,
                   in
                   War
                   and
                   in
                   Peace
                   ,
                   is
                   the
                   no╌blest
                   of
                   all
                   other
                   Arts
                   :
                   Re╌member
                   ,
                   a
                   Soldier
                   in
                   War
                   and
                   in
                   Peace
                   ,
                   re╌member
                   a
                   Soldier
                   in
                   War
                   ,
                   in
                   War
                   and
                   in
                   Peace
                   ,
                   is
                   the
                   
                   
                   no╌blest
                   of
                   all
                   other
                   Arts.
                   
                
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 in
                 Edipus
                 .
              
               
                 
                 MUSICK
                 ,
                 Mu╌sick
                 for
                 a
                 while
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 your
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ;
                 shall
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 ,
                 your
                 Cares
                 beguile
                 ;
                 wond╌'ring
                 ,
                 wond╌'ring
                 how
                 your
                 Pains
                 were
                 eas'd
                 ,
                 eas'd
                 ,
                 eas'd
                 ,
                 and
                 dis╌dain╌ing
                 
                 
                 to
                 be
                 pleas'd
                 ,
                 till
                 A╌lec╌to
                 free
                 the
                 Dead
                 ,
                 till
                 A╌lec╌to
                 free
                 the
                 Dead
                 ,
                 from
                 their
                 E╌ter╌nal
                 ,
                 E╌ter╌nal
                 Band
                 ;
                 till
                 the
                 Snakes
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 ,
                 drop
                 from
                 her
                 Head
                 ;
                 and
                 the
                 Whip
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 Whip
                 from
                 out
                 her
                 Hand
                 ;
                 Musick
                 ,
                 Musick
                 for
                 a
                 while
                 shall
                 all
                 your
                 cares
                 beguile
                 ;
                 shall
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 your
                 cares
                 be╌guile
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 shall
                 all
                 ,
                 your
                 cares
                 be╌guile
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 single
                 SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 ON
                 the
                 Brow
                 of
                 Richmond
                 Hill
                 which
                 Europe
                 scarce
                 can
                 pa╌ral╌lel
                 ,
                 ev'╌ry
                 Eye
                 such
                 Wonders
                 fill
                 ,
                 to
                 view
                 the
                 Prospect
                 round
                 ;
                 where
                 the
                 Silver
                 Thames
                 does
                 gilde
                 ,
                 and
                 stately
                 Courts
                 are
                 E╌di╌fi'd
                 ,
                 Meadows
                 deck'd
                 in
                 Summer's
                 Pride
                 ,
                 with
                 verdant
                 Beauties
                 Crown'd
                 :
                 Lovely
                 Cynthia
                 pas╌sing
                 by
                 ,
                 with
                 brighter
                 Glo╌ries
                 blest
                 my
                 Eye
                 ,
                 Ah!
                 then
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
                 in
                 vain
                 ,
                 said
                 I
                 ,
                 the
                 Fields
                 and
                 Flow'rs
                 do
                 shine
                 ;
                 Nature
                 in
                 this
                 Charming
                 Place
                 ,
                 cre╌a╌ted
                 Pleasure
                 in
                 Excess
                 ,
                 but
                 all
                 are
                 Poor
                 to
                 
                 Cynthia's
                 Face
                 ,
                 whose
                 Features
                 are
                 Divine
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 with
                 a
                 Trumpet
                 in
                 Dioclesion
                 .
              
               
                 
                 SOu╌nd
                 Fame
                 thy
                 Brazen
                 Trumpet
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 sound
                 ,
                 soun╌d
                 thy
                 Brazen
                 Trumpet
                 sound
                 :
                 Stand
                 ,
                 stand
                 in
                 the
                 Centre
                 ,
                 stand
                 in
                 the
                 Centre
                 of
                 the
                 U╌ni╌verse
                 ;
                 and
                 call
                 ,
                 and
                 ca╌ll
                 the
                 listning
                 
                 
                 World
                 a╌round
                 ;
                 while
                 we
                 in╌joy╌full
                 Notes
                 re╌herse
                 ,
                 in
                 Art╌full
                 Numbers
                 ,
                 in
                 Artfull
                 Numbers
                 and
                 well
                 cho╌sen
                 Verse
                 ;
                 Great
                 
                 Di╌oclesian's
                 ,
                 Gre╌at
                 Di╌o╌cle╌sian's
                 Glory
                 ,
                 
                 
                 Great
                 Dioclesian's
                 ,
                 Gre╌at
                 
                 Di╌o╌cle╌sian's
                 Glory
                 ,
                 Gre╌at
                 
                 Di╌o╌cle╌sian'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
                   e╌ver
                   ,
                   e╌ver
                   last
                   ,
                   shou'd
                   ever
                   ,
                   e╌ver
                   ,
                   e╌ver
                   last
                   .
                
              
               
               
               
                 
                   Daphne
                   .
                
                 
                   Oh!
                   ingrateful
                   sly
                   Deceiver
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   ,
                   ea╌sie
                   ,
                   ea╌sie
                   fond
                   Believer
                   ,
                   to
                   think
                   ,
                   that
                   Man
                   could
                   e're
                   be
                   true
                   !
                   This
                   to
                   Eg╌la
                   was
                   a
                   Token
                   ,
                   witness
                   all
                   your
                   Vows
                   are
                   broken
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   ,
                   poor
                   I
                   ,
                   and
                   I
                   ,
                   poo╌r
                   I
                   'm
                   undone
                   by
                   you
                   .
                
              
               
                 
                   Thirsis
                   .
                
                 
                   Could
                   that
                   false
                   ma╌licious
                   Creature
                   ,
                   work
                   up╌on
                   your
                   ea╌sie
                   Nature
                   ;
                   could
                   she
                   say
                   ,
                   That
                   Gift
                   was
                   mine
                   ;
                   No
                   ,
                   that
                   Garland
                   Eg╌la
                   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
                   beat╌ing
                   !
                   Oh!
                   how
                   quick
                   ,
                   how
                   quick
                   ,
                   my
                   Heart
                   is
                   beat╌ing
                   ,
                   ev'╌ry
                   Pulse
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peating
                   ,
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peating
                   ,
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peat╌ing
                   ;
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   find
                   my
                   Swain
                   so
                   true
                   ,
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   find
                   my
                   Swain
                   so
                   true
                   :
                   Thir╌sis
                   is
                   my
                   on╌ly
                   Treasure
                   ,
                   Thir╌sis
                   is
                   my
                   on╌ly
                   Treasure
                   ,
                   Oh!
                   I
                   Love
                   ,
                   Oh!
                   I
                   Love
                   be╌yond
                   all
                   measure
                   ,
                   and
                   wou'd
                   quit
                   the
                   World
                   for
                   you
                   .
                
              
               
                 CHORUS
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   CHORVS
                   .
                
                 
                   
                   Oh!
                   how
                   quick
                   my
                   Heart
                   is
                   beat╌ing
                   !
                   Oh!
                   how
                   quick
                   ,
                   how
                   quick
                   ,
                   my
                   Oh!
                   how
                   quick
                   my
                   Heart
                   is
                   beat╌ing
                   !
                   Oh!
                   how
                   quick
                   my
                   Heart
                   is
                   beat╌ing
                   ,
                   ev'╌ry
                   Pulse
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peating
                   ,
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peating
                   ,
                   the
                   Heart
                   is
                   beating
                   ,
                   ev'╌ry
                   Pulse
                   the
                   Joy
                   ,
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peating
                   ,
                   the
                   Joy
                   ,
                   the
                   Joy
                   re╌peat╌ing
                   ;
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   find
                   my
                   Swain
                   so
                   true
                   ,
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   Joy
                   re╌peat╌ing
                   ;
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   find
                   my
                   Nymph
                   so
                   true
                   ,
                   pleas'd
                   to
                   find
                   ,
                   to
                   find
                   my
                   Swain
                   so
                   true
                   :
                   Thirsis
                   is
                   my
                   on╌ly
                   Treasure
                   ,
                   Thirsis
                   is
                   my
                   find
                   ,
                   my
                   Nymph
                   so
                   true
                   :
                   Daphne
                   is
                   my
                   on╌ly
                   Treasure
                   ,
                   my
                   on╌ly
                   ,
                   on╌ly
                   
                   
                   on╌ly
                   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
                 Fu╌ry
                 sweel'd╌her
                 breast
                 ,
                 and
                 the
                 whole
                 God
                 her
                 lab'╌ring
                 Soul
                 pos╌sest
                 ;
                 to
                 lof╌ty
                 Strains
                 ,
                 to
                 lof╌ty
                 Strains
                 ,
                 her
                 tune╌ful
                 Lyre
                 she
                 
                 
                 Strung
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 the
                 Goddess
                 Play'd
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 she
                 Sung
                 :
                 To
                 lof╌ty
                 Strains
                 ,
                 to
                 lof╌ty
                 Strains
                 her
                 tuneful
                 Lyre
                 she
                 Strung
                 ;
                 and
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 the
                 God╌dess
                 Play'd
                 ;
                 and
                 thus
                 she
                 Sung
                 ;
                 to
                 lof╌ty
                 Strains
                 her
                 tuneful
                 Lyre
                 she
                 Strung
                 ;
                 and
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 thus
                 ,
                 the
                 God╌dess
                 Play'd
                 ,
                 and
                 thus
                 ,
                 she
                 Sung.
                 
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 VERSE
                 out
                 of
                 the
                 late
                 Queen's
                 Birthday-SONG
                 .
              
               
                 
                 MA╌ny
                 ,
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 such
                 Days
                 may
                 she
                 be╌hold
                 ;
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 ,
                 Many
                 ,
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 such
                 Days
                 may
                 she
                 be╌hold
                 ;
                 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
                 be╌hold
                 ;
                 like
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 such
                 may
                 she
                 behold
                 ;
                 like
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 Sun
                 without
                 de╌cay
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Sun
                 without
                 de╌cay
                 ;
                 without
                 ,
                 with╌out
                 de╌cay
                 .
                 Many
                 ,
                 many
                 ,
                 like
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 Sun
                 without
                 de╌cay
                 .
                 many
                 such
                 Days
                 may
                 she
                 be╌hold
                 ;
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 ,
                 Many
                 ,
                 many
                 ,
                 many
                 such
                 Days
                 may
                 she
                 be╌hold
                 ;
                 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
                 be╌hold
                 ;
                 like
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 such
                 may
                 she
                 behold
                 ;
                 like
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 Sun
                 without
                 de╌cay
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Sun
                 with╌out
                 de╌cay
                 ;
                 with╌out
                 ,
                 with╌out
                 de╌cay
                 :
                 Like
                 the
                 gla╌d
                 Sun
                 with╌out
                 de╌cay
                 ;
                 May
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 may
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 May
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 may
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 lay's
                 hold
                 ;
                 On╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 on╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 lay's
                 hold
                 ;
                 On╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 on╌ly
                 sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 on╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 on╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 ;
                 May
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 her
                 ,
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 ;
                 May
                 Time
                 that
                 
                 
                 may
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 where
                 he╌lay's
                 hold
                 ;
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 may
                 Time
                 that
                 tear╌s
                 ,
                 where
                 he
                 lay's
                 hold
                 ;
                 On╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 —
                 On╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 on╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 on╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 ;
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 on╌ly
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 only
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 ,
                 Sa╌lute
                 her
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 ;
                 Sa╌lute╌her
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 .
                 her
                 in
                 his
                 way
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 The
                 EPICURE
                 .
              
               
                 
                 UN╌der╌neath
                 this
                 Myrtle
                 Shade
                 ,
                 on
                 Flow'╌ry
                 Beds
                 Su╌pine╌ly
                 N╌der╌neath
                 this
                 Myrtle
                 Shade
                 ,
                 on
                 Flow'╌ry
                 Beds
                 Su╌pine╌ly
                 laid
                 ;
                 with
                 Od'rous
                 Oyls
                 my
                 Head
                 o'erflowing
                 ,
                 and
                 a╌rou╌nd
                 it
                 Roses
                 laid
                 ;
                 with
                 Od'rous
                 Oyls
                 my
                 Head
                 o'erflow╌ing
                 ,
                 and
                 a╌rou╌nd
                 it
                 Roses
                 growing
                 :
                 What
                 should
                 I
                 do
                 but
                 drink
                 a╌way
                 ,
                 what
                 should
                 I
                 do
                 but
                 drink
                 a╌way
                 ,
                 growing
                 :
                 What
                 should
                 I
                 do
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 what
                 should
                 I
                 do
                 but
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 a╌way
                 ,
                 the
                 Heat
                 and
                 Trou╌bles
                 of
                 the
                 day
                 ,
                 the
                 Heat
                 and
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 a╌way
                 ,
                 the
                 Heat
                 and
                 Trou╌bles
                 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
                 ,
                 ca╌st
                 ,
                 cast
                 in╌to
                 the
                 Fill
                 to
                 me
                 ,
                 Love
                 ,
                 nay
                 fill
                 it
                 up
                 ,
                 and
                 mingled
                 ca╌st
                 in╌to
                 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
                 smoo╌th
                 than
                 rugged
                 Way
                 ;
                 since
                 it
                 ,
                 
                 
                 e╌qual╌ly
                 doth
                 flee
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Mo╌tion
                 pleasant
                 be
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Mo╌tion
                 e╌qual╌ly
                 doth
                 flee
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Mo╌tion
                 pleasant
                 be
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 pleasant
                 be
                 ,
                 let
                 the
                 Mo╌tion
                 plea╌sant
                 be
                 .
                 Mo╌tion
                 plea╌sant
                 be
                 ,
                 let
                 it
                 plea╌sant
                 be
                 .
                 
                   Solus
                   .
                
                 Why
                 do
                 we
                 precious
                 Ointments
                 show'r
                 ?
                 Nobler
                 Wines
                 why
                 do╌we
                 pour
                 ?
                 Beauteous
                 Flow'rs
                 why
                 do
                 we
                 spread
                 ,
                 up╌on
                 the
                 Mo╌nu╌ments
                 of
                 the
                 Dead
                 ?
                 Nothing
                 they
                 but
                 Dust
                 can
                 show
                 ,
                 or
                 Bones
                 that
                 ha╌sten
                 to
                 be
                 so
                 .
              
               
                 CHORUS
              
               
               
                 
                   CHORVS
                   .
                
                 
                 Crown
                 me
                 with
                 Ro╌ses
                 whilst
                 I
                 live
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 your
                 Wine
                 and
                 Ointments
                 give
                 :
                 Crown
                 me
                 with
                 Ro╌ses
                 whilst
                 I
                 live
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 your
                 Wine
                 and
                 Ointments
                 give
                 :
                 Af╌ter
                 Death
                 I
                 nothing
                 crave
                 ,
                 I
                 nothing
                 crave
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 a╌live
                 my
                 Pleasure
                 have
                 ;
                 Af╌ter
                 Death
                 I
                 nothing
                 ,
                 nothing
                 crave
                 ,
                 let
                 me
                 a╌live
                 my
                 Pleasure
                 have
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 Sto╌icks
                 ,
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 Sto╌icks
                 in
                 the
                 Grave
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 Stoicks
                 ,
                 all
                 all
                 are
                 Stoicks
                 in
                 the
                 Grave
                 ;
                 all
                 ,
                 all
                 are
                 Sto╌icks
                 in
                 the
                 Grave
                 .
                 Stoicks
                 in
                 the
                 Grave
                 .
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 
                   JUlia
                   ,
                   Julia
                
                 your
                 un╌just
                 dis╌dain
                 ,
                 moves
                 ,
                 mo╌ves
                 me
                 ,
                 to
                 com╌plain
                 ;
                 
                   Julia
                   ,
                   Julia
                
                 ,
                 your
                 unjust
                 disdain
                 ,
                 moves
                 ,
                 mo╌ves
                 me
                 to
                 com╌plain
                 ;
                 you
                 ,
                 you
                 ,
                 you
                 that
                 Vow'd
                 to
                 be
                 so
                 true
                 ;
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 a╌las
                 ,
                 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
                 wings
                 they
                 flew
                 .
                 
                   Flutes
                   .
                
                 
                   Violins
                   .
                
                 
                 
              
            
             
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 I
                 Celia
                 Eyes
                 me
                 ,
                 Celia
                 Eyes
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 approach
                 her
                 ,
                 but
                 she
                 spy
                 Celia
                 ,
                 I
                 spy
                 Celia
                 ,
                 I
                 approach
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 approach
                 her
                 ,
                 but
                 she
                 fly╌'s
                 me
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 per╌sue
                 ;
                 fly╌'s
                 me
                 ;
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 per╌sue
                 ;
                 
                 
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ;
                 More
                 coy
                 ,
                 more
                 coy
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 coy
                 I
                 find
                 her
                 ;
                 I
                 seem
                 I
                 persue
                 ,
                 I
                 persue
                 ;
                 More
                 coy
                 ,
                 more
                 coy
                 ,
                 more
                 ,
                 more
                 coy
                 I
                 find
                 her
                 ;
                 I
                 seem
                 Colder
                 ,
                 colder
                 ,
                 colder
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ,
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ;
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 's
                 Colder
                 ,
                 colder
                 ,
                 colder
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ,
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ;
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ,
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 :
                 My
                 words
                 kinder
                 ,
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 she
                 's
                 kinder
                 :
                 Her
                 Eyes
                 Charme
                 me
                 ,
                 mov╌e
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 she
                 Esteems
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 
                 
                 love
                 her
                 ;
                 In
                 not
                 Blessing
                 most
                 ,
                 most
                 she
                 Blesses
                 ;
                 In
                 not
                 Blessing
                 love
                 her
                 ;
                 In
                 not
                 Blessing
                 most
                 ,
                 most
                 she
                 Blesses
                 ,
                 In
                 not
                 Blessing
                 most
                 ,
                 most
                 she
                 most
                 ,
                 most
                 she
                 Blesses
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 pos╌ses╌sing
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 possessing
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 —
                 Blesses
                 ,
                 most
                 she
                 Blesses
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 possessing
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 posses╌sing
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 —
                 possessing
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 possesses
                 ;
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 possesses
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 pos╌╌sesses
                 ,
                 possesing
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 possesses
                 ;
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 possesses
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 pos╌sesses
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 possesses
                 :
                 
                   End
                   here
                   .
                
                 Now
                 ,
                 now
                 she
                 Blushes
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 ,
                 now
                 she
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 ,
                 each
                 possesses
                 :
                 
                 
                 Blushes
                 ;
                 she
                 wou'd
                 leave
                 me
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 ho╌ld
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 I
                 grows
                 bol╌der
                 ,
                 but
                 I
                 ho╌ld
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 hold
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 hold
                 her
                 ,
                 ho╌ld
                 her
                 ;
                 She
                 grows
                 ho╌ld
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 hold
                 her
                 ;
                 She
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ;
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ,
                 grows
                 an╌gry
                 ;
                 I
                 ap╌pease
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 appease
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 appease
                 her
                 ;
                 I
                 ap╌pease
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 appease
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 appease
                 her
                 ;
                 I
                 am
                 red╌er
                 ,
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 
                 Then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 :
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 ,
                 then
                 I
                 please
                 her
                 :
                 Her
                 Eyes
                 My
                 words
                 mo╌ve
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 Charme
                 me
                 ,
                 she
                 Esteems
                 me
                 ,
                 and
                 I
                 Love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 .
                 In
                 &c.
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 ,
                 I
                 love
                 her
                 .
                 In
                 not
                 Blessing
                 &c.
                 
              
               
                 End
                 with
                 the
                 part
                 ,
                 
                   (
                   Each
                   possesses
                
                 &c.
                 )
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 Drinking
                 SONG
                 ,
                 With
                 a
                 Chorus
                 for
                 Three
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 '
                 T
                 Is
                 Wine
                 was
                 made
                 to
                 Rule
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Wine
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Wine
                 ,
                 't
                 is
                 Wine
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 Wine
                 was
                 made
                 to
                 Rule
                 the
                 Day
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 the
                 sla'ring
                 Sun
                 ;
                 't
                 is
                 Love
                 that
                 shou'd
                 o're
                 Night
                 bear
                 sway
                 ,
                 and
                 not
                 the
                 sil╌ly
                 ,
                 sil╌ly
                 Moon
                 ;
                 and
                 not
                 the
                 sil╌ly
                 ,
                 sil╌ly
                 Moon
                 :
                 Wine
                 is
                 th'
                 amazement
                 of
                 the
                 Old
                 ,
                 that
                 Bliss
                 wou'd
                 fain
                 re╌trieve
                 ,
                 and
                 love
                 the
                 bus'ness
                 of
                 the
                 bold
                 ,
                 that
                 can
                 Both
                 joys
                 re╌ceive
                 :
              
               
                 CHORUS
                 .
              
               
                 Turn
                 over
                 .
              
               
               
                 
                   CHORUS
                   .
                
                 
                 Let
                 my
                 Queen
                 live
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 Let
                 my
                 Queen
                 live
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 Let
                 my
                 Queen
                 live
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 for
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 's
                 still
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 's
                 still
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 French
                 Wine
                 ;
                 let
                 my
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 's
                 still
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 's
                 still
                 etc.
                 e╌ver
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 's
                 still
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 's
                 still
                 drink
                 ,
                 drink
                 French
                 Wine
                 ;
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mor╌tal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Immortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 
                 
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 Li╌quer
                 di╌vine
                 ;
                 let
                 my
                 Ra╌ge
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 Li╌quer
                 di╌vine
                 ;
                 let
                 my
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 and
                 my
                 Li╌quer
                 di╌vine
                 ;
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mor╌tal
                 ,
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mor╌tal
                 ,
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mor╌tal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Ra╌ge
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 ,
                 let
                 my
                 Rage
                 be
                 Im╌mortal
                 and
                 my
                 Li╌quer
                 di╌vine
                 .
                 and
                 my
                 Li╌quer
                 di╌vine
                 .
                 and
                 my
                 Li╌quer
                 di╌vine
                 .
                 Insus'd
                 in
                 Wine
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 sink
                 to
                 rest
                 ,
                 and
                 Dream
                 of
                 what
                 we
                 Love
                 ;
                 
                 
                 Infus'd
                 in
                 Wine
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 sink
                 to
                 rest
                 ,
                 and
                 dream
                 of
                 what
                 we
                 Love
                 :
                 And
                 since
                 she
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 possest
                 let
                 's
                 thus
                 our
                 wants
                 improve
                 ;
                 and
                 since
                 she
                 may
                 not
                 be
                 possest
                 ,
                 let
                 's
                 thus
                 our
                 wants
                 improve
                 .
                 
                   Chorus
                   again
                   .
                
                 Oh!
                 lull
                 me
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 lull
                 me
                 couch'd
                 in
                 soft
                 re╌pose
                 ;
                 Oh!
                 lull
                 me
                 ,
                 Oh!
                 lull
                 me
                 ,
                 couch'd
                 in
                 soft
                 re╌pose
                 ;
                 and
                 sleep
                 ,
                 sleep
                 ne'er
                 from
                 me
                 take
                 ;
                 Ex╌cept
                 the
                 Gods
                 will
                 in╌ter╌pose
                 ,
                 and
                 let
                 me
                 en╌jo╌y
                 a╌wake
                 .
                 
                   End
                   with
                   the
                   Chorus
                   .
                
              
            
             
               
               
                 A
                 SONG
                 for
                 Two
                 Voices
                 .
              
               
                 
                 OH
                 !
                 the
                 sweet
                 delights
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 the
                 Oh!
                 the
                 sweet
                 delights
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 oh
                 !
                 the
                 sweet
                 de╌lights
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 Who
                 ,
                 who
                 wou'd
                 live
                 ,
                 who
                 ,
                 who
                 wou'd
                 live
                 and
                 sweet
                 de╌lights
                 of
                 Love
                 ,
                 Who
                 wou'd
                 live
                 ,
                 who
                 ,
                 who
                 wou'd
                 live
                 ,
                 wou'd
                 live
                 and
                 not
                 enjoy
                 e'm
                 ?
                 I
                 'de
                 refuse
                 the
                 Throne
                 of
                 Jove
                 ,
                 shou'd
                 power╌or
                 Ma╌jesty
                 ,
                 shou'd
                 not
                 enjoy
                 e'm
                 ?
                 I
                 'de
                 refuse
                 the
                 Throne
                 of
                 Jove
                 ,
                 shou'd
                 pow╌er
                 pow╌er
                 or
                 Ma╌je╌sty
                 destroy
                 e'm
                 .
                 or
                 Ma╌je╌sty
                 destroy
                 e'm
                 .
                 
                   First
                   strain
                   again
                   .
                
                 
                 
                 Give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 doubts
                 ,
                 or
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 fears
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 jealou╌sies
                 Give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 doubts
                 ,
                 or
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 fears
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 ,
                 give
                 me
                 jealou╌sies
                 and
                 Cares
                 :
                 But
                 let
                 Love
                 ,
                 let
                 Love
                 remove
                 e'm
                 ,
                 but
                 let
                 Love
                 remove
                 e'm
                 ,
                 I
                 ap╌prove
                 and
                 Cares
                 :
                 But
                 let
                 Love
                 ,
                 but
                 let
                 Love
                 —
                 remove
                 e'm
                 ,
                 I
                 approve
                 e'm
                 ,
                 e'm
                 ,
                 I
                 approve
                 e'm
                 ,
                 I
                 approve
                 e'm
                 .
                 I
                 approve
                 e'm
                 ,
                 I
                 —
                 approve
                 e'm
                 .
              
               
                 End
                 with
                 the
                 first
                 strain
                 .
              
            
             
               FINIS
               .