Nor fear to die; in vain Nor can you shorten, nor prolong its date ; 20 25 30 UNDER THE PRINT OF TOM BRITTON, THE MUSICAL SMALL-COAL MAN. THO HOUGH mean thy rank, yet in thy humble cell Well pleas'd Apollo thither led his train, And mufic warbled in her sweetest strain : poor Cyllenius fo, as fables tell, and Jove, 5 SONG. IN young Aftrea's fparkling eye, Refiftlefs Love has fix'd his throne; A thousand lovers bleeding lie For her, with wounds they fear to own. II. While the coy beauty speeds her flight But leaves the forest in a flame! A CANTATA. SET BY MR. D. PURCELL. AIR. LOVE, I defy thee! Venus, I fly thee! I'm of chafte Diana's train. Away, thou winged boy! Thou bear'ft thy darts in vain, I hate the languid joy, I mock the trifling pain. Love, I defy thee! Venus, I fly thee! I'm of chafte Diana's train. RECITATIVE. Bright Venus and her fon ftood by, They fcorn'd she should the raptures share, To wound the nymph, but laugh'd out this reply. Waste your youth, and figh too late Proud and foolish! hear your fate! Waste your youth, and figh too late For joys which now you fay you hate. WOULD you gain the tender creature, Softly-gently-kindly-treat her! Suffering is the lover's part: Beauty by constraint poffeffing, You enjoy but half the bleffing, Lifelefs charms without the heart. 10 15 20 25 5 CUPID AND SCARLATI. A CANTAT A. SET BY MR. PE PUS CH、 RECITATIVE ON filver Tyber's vocal shore, The fam'd Scarlati ftrook his lyre, 5 10 The pleas'd musician heard with joy, And, proud to teach th' immortal boy, 15 Did all his fongs and heavenly skill impart; Repeating did each fong improve, And breath'd into his airs the charms of love, And taught the master thus to touch the heart. 20 YE tender powers! how shall I move A careless maid that laughs at love? Come with all thy thrilling darts, Conquer for me, or I die! Ye tender powers! how shall I move K 5 R E |