THE SHEPHERD'S RESOLUTION.
GLEE for Four Voices.

C. S. EVANS.

SHALL I, wasting in despayre,

Dye because a woman's fayre ?

Shall my cheeks look pale with care,
Because another's rosy are?

Bee shee fayrer than the daye,
Or the flowerye meades in Maye;
If she think not well of mee,
What care I howe fayre shee bee.

Bee shee good, or kind, or fayre,
I will never more despayre;
If shee love mee, this believe,
I will dye ere shee shall grieve:
If she slight mee when I woo;
I will scorn and let her goe;
If shee bee not made for mee,

What care I for whome shee bee.

George Withers.

GLEE for Three Voices.

WM. SHIELD.

SHOULD mirth be observ'd by her sons to decline,
They recruit her bright lamp with a flask of good wine;
When the glass circles round and our spirits improve,
How sweet flows the bumper to friendship and love.

Sir Henry Bate Dudley:

GLEE for Three Voices.

S. WEBBE and Dr. CALLCOTT.-Prize, 1792.

SEE! with ivy chaplet bound,

And wreaths of vernal roses crown'd,

Bacchus comes, and brings along
Blooming mirth and cheerful song.
But, ah! no myrtle there is seen,
No laurel spreads a lasting green!
Say, does Apollo fly the train?
Or lovely Venus, wine disdain ?
Behold the Muses now appear,
And willing beauty sighs sincere ;
Happier far than gods above,
We fill to Harmony and Love;
Happier far than men below,
Now with sparkling wine we glow:
Happier still our lot shall be,

Blest with these and Liberty.

MADRIGAL for Six Voices.

STAY, Corydon, thou swain,

WILBYE, 1609.

Talk not so soon of dying, What tho' thy heart be slain,

What tho' thy love be flying;

She threatens thee but dares not strike,
Thy nymph is light and shadow like;

For if thou follow her

She'll fly from thee, But if thou fly from her She'll follow thee.

REQUIEM for Four Voices.

R. J. S. STEvens.

SAINTS and angels hear our strains,
From purging fire her soul convey ;
And waft it to those blest domains,
Where smiling joy feels no decay.

Miss Starke.

GLEE for Five Voices.

SPRING returns with aspect mild,
Violets crown'd her loveliest child;
Now again the ruddy thorn,
Glitters with the dew of morn.
Buzzing round sweet cowslip bells,
Bees suck nectar from their cells;
The vivid flash from beauties eye,
When tell-tale love is lurking by;
The pleading look, the starting tear,
That parting lovers often wear;
The balmy kiss, the gentle sigh
Escaping, yet it knew not why:

C. SMITH.

All hail! the lovely bloom of op'ning spring!
While Cupid's arrow flutters from its wing.

Mr. Latham.

GLEE for Three Voices.

SHE is faithless and I am undone,

R. J. S. STEvens.

Ye that witness the woes I endure, Let reason instruct you to shun,

What it cannot instruct you to cure.

Beware how you loiter in vain,

Amid nymphs of an higher degree; It is not for me to explain,

How fair and how fickle they be.

O ye woods! spread your branches apace,
To your deepest recesses I fly;

I would hide with the beasts of the chase,
I would vanish from ev'ry eye.

Yet my reed shall resound thro' the grove,
With the same sad complaint it begun ;
How she smil'd, and I could not but love,
She is faithless and I am undone.

Shenstone.

GLEE for Four Voices.

SWEET warbling bird with dulcet note,

To Sapho's breast repair;

There be thy captive woes forgot,

The loves are nested there.

And while thy strains thy tales impart,

Let this their burden be;

The pangs which rend my master's heart,
Are all for love of thee.

If purest love thy little heart e'er knew,

RT. COOKE.

Or if thy artless pipe e'er strove thy feather'd mate to woo; Then for me thy dulcet note display,

And my fond Muse shall ever bless thy lay.

MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

J. BENNET, 1590, & FERRETTI, 1588.

So gracious is thy sweet self, so fair, so framed,
That whoso see's thee, without a heart enflamed,
Either he lives not,

Or Love's delight he knows not.