With night we banish sorrow;

Sweet air, blow soft,

Larks, mount aloft,

To give my love good-morrow.

Wings from the wind

To please her mind,
Notes from the lark I'll borrow;
Bird, prune thy wing,
Nightingale, sing,

To give my love good-morrow!
Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Wake from thy nest,

. Robin red-breast,

Sing, birds, in ev'ry furrow;
And from each hill,

Let music shrill

Give my fair love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush,

In ev'ry bush,
Linnet, and cock sparrow ;
You pretty elves,
Among yourselves,

To give my love good-morrow,
Sing, birds, in ev'ry furrow.

R. J. S. STEvens.

Heywood.

GLEE for Three Voices.

PRITHEE, foolish boy, give o’er,

Cease thy bosom to torment; Prithee, sigh and whine no more,

Come with me and taste content. Love's a foe of thine and mine, Let us drown the god in wine.

Stella's fairer shape and eyes,

Charms too lovely to behold:

R. J. S. STEVENS.

Let us seek, to crown our joys,
Where the best champaign is sold.

Love's a foe, &c.

Leave the silly gaudy train,
And believe me, when I say:
All the joys they give are vain,
Leave them then and come away.

Love's a foe, &c.

Sung at Mary-le-bone Gardens.

ODE TO MAY.

Earl of MORNINGTON.

PALE April, with her childish eye,

Alike prepar'd to laugh or cry,
All unlamented hies away,

And leaves the world for Love and May.
Lo Maia comes! fair queen of blooms!
Scatt'ring around her choice perfumes ;
Lo she comes! and leads her train,
With songs and dances o'er the plain.
Cupid there, the wanton boy,
With ev'ry grace, and ev'ry joy;
And rosy health, and gay desire,
And zephyrs breathing am'rous fire:
See they frolic, hark! they say,
Happy mortals! hail the May.

ODE for Four Voices.

Dr. COOKE.

PRITHEE fill me the glass,

Till it laugh in my face,

With all that is potent and mellow;

He that whines for a lass,

Is an ignorant ass,

For a bumper has not its fellow.

GLEE for Three Voices.

PEACE to the manes of the dead!

J. M. HARRIS.

Who in Iberia's cause have perished; To heav'n their mighty souls are fled, By heroes wept, by mem'ry cherished.

Their deeds, immortal, ne'er can die,
Since history will record their fame;
Her
page
will make e'en cowards sigh,
To gain a glorious, deathless name.

Honour shall smile to find her rights,
By liberty's brave sons asserted;
And virtue shine, with purer light,
To see the tyrant's threats averted.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Henry Cutler.

Air by STORACE.

Harmonized by S. HARRISON.

PEACEFUL slumb'ring on the ocean,

Seamen fear no dangers nigh;
The winds and waves in gentle motion,
Sooth them with a lullaby.

Is the wind tempestuous blowing?
Still no danger they descry;

The guileless heart, its boon bestowing,

Soothes them with its lullaby.

Cobb.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Harmonized by S. WEBBE, Jun. PRAY, goody, please to moderate the rancour of your

tongue,

Why flash those sparks of fury from your eyes? Remember when the judgment's weak the prejudice is

The Air taken from the French Opera

of the Village Conjurer by Rousseau.

GLEE for Four Voices.

QUEEN of joy and dimpled pleasure,
Thou, whose looks delightful charm ;
Leader of each sprightly measure,
Raising mirth's emotions warm.

Around thy form the frisking sports,
In antic gesture wildly move;
Within thy loud rebounding courts,
Thy noisy sons of revel rove.

J. DANBY.