RONDELAY. CHLO I. HLOE found Amyntas lying, Sighing to himself, and crying, To reward your faithful swain: Kifs me, dear, before my dying; Ever fcorning, and denying To reward your faithful swain: Chloe, laughing at his crying, Told him, that he lov'd in vain: Chloe, laughing at his crying, A S O N G. G I. O tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain : II. A figh or tear, perhaps, the'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains fo faft increase, That foon they will be paft red refs; A A SONG to a Fair Young Lady, going out of Town in the Spring. A I. SK not the caufe, why fullen Spring II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; To figh, to languish, and to die : III. Great god of love, why haft thou made And change the laws of ev'ry land? IV. When Chloris to the temple comes, And every life but mine recall. I only am by Love defign'd ALEXANDER'S FEAST: OR, THE POWER of MUSIC, An ODE, in Honour of St. CECILIA'S Day. 'T' I. WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won By Philip's warlike fon : Aloft in awful ftate The godlike hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with rofes and with myrtles bound. (So fhould defert in arms be crown'd:) The lovely Thais, by his fide, Sate like a blooming Eaftern bride In flower of youth and beauty's pride. None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. CHORUS. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. Timotheus, II. Timotheus, plac'd on high With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the fky, And heavenly joys inspire. The fong began from Jove, Who left his blifsful feats above, When he to fair Olympia prefs'd: And while he fought her fnowy breaft: Then, round her flender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himfelf, a fov'reign of the world. The lift'ning croud admire the lofty found, A prefent deity, they fhout around: A prefent deity the vaulted roofs rebound: The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. CHORU S. With ravish'd ears The monarch bears, Affumes the god, Affects to nod, And feems to fake the fpheres. III. The praise of Bacchus then, the fweet musician fung; He fhews his honeft face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus |