GLEE for Five Voices.

ALL my sense thy greatness gained,
Thy dear hair my heart enchained;
My poor reason thy words moved,
So that thee, like heav'n, I loved :
Fal la la leridan,

Dan dan dan deridan dei.

R. J. S. STEVENS.

Now thy sweetness, sour is deemed,
Thy hair, not worth a hair, esteemed;
Reason hath thy word removed,
Finding that by words they proved:
Fal la la leridan,

Dan dan dan deridan dei.

Woe to me, alas! she weepeth;
Fool, in me what folly creepeth!
Was I to blaspheme enraged,
Where my soul I have engaged?
Fal la la leridan,

Dan dan dan deridan dei.

Sweetness! sweetly pardon folly,

Tie me hair, your captive wholly ;
Words! O words of heavenly knowledge!

Know, my words their faults acknowledge:
Fal la la leridan,

Dan dan dan deridan dei.

Sir Philip Sidney.

GLEE for Four Voices.

R. COOKE & R. J. S. STEVENS.

ADIEU, ye jovial youths! who join
To plunge old care in floods of wine;
And, as your dazzled eye-balls roll,
Discern him strug'ling in the bowl.
The sole confusion I admire

"Is that my Daph'ne's eyes inspire;
I scorn the madness you approve,
And value reason next to love.

Shenstone.

As

GLEE for Four Voices.

SK me, "why I send you here, This firstling of the infant year ?"

Ask me, "why I send to you,

R. J. S. STEVens.

This primrose all bepearl'd with dew?”

I strait will wisper in your ears,

"The sweets of love are washed with tears."

Ask me, "why this flower doth shew

So yellow green, and sickly too?
Why the stalk is weak and bending,
Yet it doth not break?"

I must tell you, "these discover

What doubts and fears are in a lover."

Carew's Poems.

GLEE for Four Voices.

AWAY! let nought to love displeasing,
My Winifreda, move thy fear;
Let nought delay the heav'nly blessing,
Nor squeamish pride, nor gloomy care.

What tho' no grants of royal donors,
With pompous titles grace our blood;
We'll shine in more substantial honors,
And, to be noble, we'll be good.

Thro' youth and age in love excelling,
We'll hand in hand together rove;

;

R. COOKE.

Sweet smiling peace shall crown our dwelling,
And babes, sweet smiling babes! our love.

And when, with envy, time transported,
Shall think to rob us of our joys;
You'll, in your girls, again be courted,
And I'll be wooing, in my boys.

GLEE for Three Voices.

S. WEBBE.

AWAKE, sweet muse! the breathing spring

With rapture warms; awake! and sing:
Awake! and join the vocal throng,
Who hail the morning with a song.
To Nancy raise the cheerful lay,
O! bid her haste, and come away:
In sweetest smiles herself adorn,
And add new graces to the morn.

GLEE for Five Voices.

ALONE thro' unfrequented wilds,
With pensive steps I rove ;
I ask the rocks, I ask the streams,
Where dwells my absent love?
The silent eve, the rosy morn,
My constant search survey ;
But who can tell if thou, my dear,
Wilt e'er remember me?

WM. Rock, Jun.

S. WEBBE.

GLEE for Three Voices.

AWAY! away! we've crown'd the day,
The hounds are waiting for their prey;
The huntsman's call invites ye all,

Come in, boys, while ye may.

The jolly horn, the rosy morn,

With harmony of deep-mouth'd hounds; For these, my boys, are sportsman's joys, Our pleasure knows no bounds.

GLEE for Five Voices.

As passing by a shady grove,

I heard a linnet sing;

Whose sweetly plaintive voice of love

Proclaim the cheerful spring.

J. DANBY.

His pretty accents seem'd to flow,
As if he knew no pain;

His downy throat he turn'd so sweet,
It echo'd o'er the plain.
"Ah! happy warbler," I reply'd,
"Contented thus to be;

"Tis only harmony and love
Can be compar'd with thee."

GLEE for Four Voices.

J. C. PRING.

As I wove with wanton care,

Fillets for a virgin's hair;
Cupid, and I mark'd him well,
Hid him in a cowslip's bell.
While he plum'd a pointed dart,
Fated to inflame the heart;
Glowing with malicious joy,
Sudden I secur'd the boy:
And, regardless of his cries,
Bore the little frighted prize;
Where the mighty goblet stood,
Teeming with a rosy flood.
"Urchin!" in my rage I cry'd,
"What avails thy saucy pride?
Thus, I drown thee in my cup-
Thus, in wine, I drink thee up!"