Different in each, yet equal beauty glows,

That, the full moon, and this, the crefcent fhows:
Thus, rais'd beneath its parent tree is seen
The laurel fhoot, while, in its early green,
Thick-fprouting leaves and branches are effay'd,
And all the promife of a future hade.

Or, blooming thus, in happy Pæstan fields,
One common flock two lovely roses yields;
Mature by vernal dews, this dares difplay
Its leaves full-blown, and boldly meets the day;
That, folded in its tender nonage lies,

A beauteous bud, nor yet admits the skies.

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RECITATIVE.

Thus Strephon mock'd the Power of Love, and

fwore

His freedom he would ftill maintain,

Nor ever wear th' inglorious chain,

Or flavishly adore.

But when Lamira crofs'd the plain,

The fhepherd gaz'd, and thus revers'd his ftrain.

AIR.

Love, I feel thy power divine,

And blufhing now my heart refign!

Ye fwains, my folly don't defpife!
But look on fair Lamira's eyes,
Then tell me if you can be wife.
Love, I feel thy power divine,
And bluthing now my heart refign!

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SOLDIER IN LOVE.

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CANTAT A.

SET WITH SYMPHONIES BY MR. PEPUSCH.

AIR.

HY, too amorous Hero! why

WH

Doft thou the war forego,

At Celia's feet to lie,

And

And fighing tell thy woe? Can you think that sneaking air * Fit to move th' unpitying fair? She laughs to fee thee trifle fo. Why, too amorous Hero! why Doft thou the war forego,

At Celia's feet to lie,

And fighing tell thy woe?

RECITATIVE.

Cleander heard not this advice,

Nor would his languishing refrain.

But while to Celia once he pray'd in vain,
By chance his image in a glafs he spies,

And, blushing at the fight, he grew a man again.
AIR. [With a Trumpet.]

Hark! the trumpet founds to arms!
I come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from fcornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.
Celia beholds his alter'd brow,
And would regain her lover now.
Hark! the trumpet founds to arms !
I come, I come, the warrior cries,
And from fcornful Celia flies,
To court Victoria's charms.

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ΑΝ

Defcende Cœlo, & dic age tibiâ
Regina longum Calliope melos!

Seu voce nunc mavis acutâ,
Seu fidibus, Cytharâve Phoebi.

HOR.

See, fee!

The mighty power of Harmony!

Behold how foon its charms can chace

Grief and gloom from every face!
How swift its raptures fly,

ΤΟ

And thrill through every foul, and brighten every

eye!

II.

Proceed, fweet charmer of the ear!

Proceed; and through the mellow flute,

The moving lyre,

And folitary lute,

Melting airs, foft joys inspire :
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer ;
Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And foftly footh the amorous fire.

CHORU S.

Melting airs, foft joys infpire:
Airs for drooping Hope to hear,
Melting as a lover's prayer;

Joys to flatter dull Despair,
And foftly footh the amorous fire.

III.

Now let the sprightly Violin

A louder ftrain begin ;

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