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

CANTATA.

PASTORAL.

SET BY DR. PEPUSCH.

RECITATIVE.

YOUNG Strephon by his folded sheep

Sat wakeful on the plains;

Love held his weary eyes from sleep,
While, silent in the vale,

The list'ning nightingale

Forgot her own to hear his strains.

And now the beauteous queen of Night,

Unclouded and serene,

Sheds on the neighb'ring sea her silver light;

The neighb'ring sea was calm and bright;

The shepherd sung inspir'd, and bless'd the lovely

scene.

AIR.

"While the sky and seas are shining,

"See! my Flora's charms they wear;

"Smiles, and softly turns her sphere. "While the sky and seas are shining,

"See! my Flora's charms they wear."

RECITATIVE.

Ah! foolish Strephon! change thy strain;

The lovely scene false joy inspires;
For look, thou fond deluded Swain!

A rising storm invades the main.
The planet of the night,

Inconstant, from thy sight

Behind a cloud retires.

Flora is fled; thou lov'st in vain:

Ah! foolish Strephon! change thy strain.

"Hope beguiling,

AIR.

"Like the moon and ocean smiling,

"Does thy easy faith betray:

"Flora ranging,

"Like the moon and ocean changing, "More inconstant proves than they."

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MYRA.

A CANTAТА.

SET BY DR. PEPUSCH,

AIR.

"Love frowns in beauteous Myra's eyes;
"Ah, Nymph! those cruel looks give o'er:
"While Love is frowning Beauty dies,
"And you can charm no more."

RECITATIVE.

Mark how when sullen clouds appear,
And wintry storms deface the year,
The prudent cranes no longer stay,
But take the wing, and thro' the air
From the cold region fly away,

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And far o'er land and seas to warmer climes repair. 10 Just so my heart---But see---Ah no!

She smiles---I will not, cannot go.

AIR.

"Love and the Graces smiling,
"In Myra's eyes beguiling,
"Again their charms recover.
"Would you secure our duty,
"Let kindness aid your beauty,
"Ye Fair! to sooth the lover."

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Bright Venus and her son stood by,

And heard a proud disdainful fair
Thus boast her wretched liberty;

They scorn'd she should the raptures share
Which their happier captives know;

Nor would Cupid draw his bow

To wound the nymph, but laugh'd out this reply.

AIR.

"Proud and foolish! hear your fate;

"Waste your youth, and sigh too late "For joys which now you say you hate.

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"When your decaying eyes
"Can dart their fires no more,
"The wrinkles of threescore
"Shall make you vainly wise.
"Proud and foolish! hear your fate;
"Waste your youth, and sigh too late
"For joys which now you say you hate."

A CANTATA.

SET WITH SYMPHONIES,

BY SIGNIOR NICOLINI HAYM.

AIR.

"YE tender Powers! how shall I move "A careless maid that laughs at love?

Cupid to my succour fly;

"Come with all thy thrilling darts,
"Thy melting flames to soften hearts;
"Conquer for me or I die.

"Ye tender Powers! how shall I move
"A careless maid that laughs at love?
"Cupid! to my succour fly.

RECITATIVE.

Thus, in a melancholy shade,

A pensive lover to his aid

Invok'd the god of warm desire:

Love heard him, and, to gain the maid,
Did this successful thought inspire.