CANTAT A.

Set by Mr. GALLIAR D.

WHILE on your blooming charms I gaze,

Your tender lips, your foft enchanting eyes,
And all the Venus in your face,
I'm fill'd with pleasure and furprize :
But, cruel goddess! when I find
Diana's coldness in your mind,

How can I bear that fix'd difdain?
My pleasure dies, and I but live in pain.

AIR.

Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting,
Will you touch the charmer's heart?
Sooth her breast to soft consenting,
Or remove from mine the dart!
Tyrant Cupid! when, relenting,
Will you touch the charmer's heart?

RECITATIVE.

But fee! while to my paffion voice I give,

Th' applauded beauty, doubly bright, Seems in the moving tale to take delight,

And looks, as fhe would let me live;

And yet fhe chides, but with so sweet an air,

That while the Love denies, the yet forbids Despair.

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AIR.

Fear not, doubting fair! t'approve me;
Can you love me?

Frown not, if you answer no;

If you answer, frown not, no.
When again I ask, pursuing,

If you'll stay and fee my ruin?
Fly-but let me with you go!

Blush not, doubting fair, t' approve me;

Can you love me ?> Smile, and every fear forego !A

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[OVERTURE OF SOFT MUSIC. ]

BRITANNI A.

RECITATIVE.

E generous Arts and Muses, join;

While down your cheeks the ftreaming forrows flow, Let murmuring ftrings with the foft voice combine T'express the melody of woe.

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Thy voice could best the joyful tidings tell;

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Immortal Mercy! boundless Love!

A God defcending from above,

To conquer Death and Hell.

VII.

There yet remains an hour of fate,

When Music muft again its charms employ;
The Trumpet's found

Shall call the numerous nations under ground.
The numerous nations straight

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Appear; and fome with grief, and fome with joy, 85 Their final fentence wait.

GRAND CHORUS.

Then other arts fhall pass away : Proud Architecture shall in ruins lie,

And Painting fade and die,

Nay Earth, and Heaven itself, in wasteful fire decay. 9o
Mufic alone, and Poefy,
Triumphant o'er the flame, fhall fee

The world's last blaze.

The tuneful fifters fhall embrace,

And praise and fing, and fing and praise,

In never-ceafing choirs to all eternity.

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APOLLO

DAP

Along the winding fhore of Peneus flew,

To fhun Love's tender, offer'd joy;

Though 'twas a God that did her charms purfue. While thus Apollo, in a moving strain,

Awak'd his lyre, and softly breath'd his amorous pain.

The River's echoing banks with pleasure did prolong The fweetly warbled founds, and murmur'd with the

fong.

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Daphne