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CANZONETTA. Ariæ Coro.
NAUMAN. Vino vecchio e donne giovanni Aver debbe un osteria, Dove son v'e l'allegria E la buona societa,
Occhi furbì e víta snella
Incorono anch, io di vino
Quando veggo quel bel ciglio
GLEE for Five Voices.
S. WEBBE. When nature form'd that angel face,
She lavish'd all her store ;
GLEE for Three Voices.
Dr. CALLCOTT, When Arthur first in court began,
To wear long hanging sleeres; He entertain's three serving men,
And all of them were thieves.
The first be was an Irishman,
The second was a Scot,
And all where knaves I wot.
The Irishman lov'd usquebaugh,
The Scot lov'd ale call'd blue cap; The Welchman he lov'd toasted cheese,
And made his mouth like a mouse trap.
Usquebaugh burnt the Irishman,
The Scot was drown'd in ale ; The Welchman had like to be choak'd with a mouse,
But be pull’d her out by the tail.
GLEE for Three' Voices.
BailDON.—Medal, 1766. When gay Bacchus fills my breast, All my cares are lull'd to rest ; Rich I seem as Lydia's king, Merry catch, or ballad sing : Ivy wreaths my temples shade, Ivy, that will never fade; Thus I sit in mind elate, Laughing at the farce of state ; Some delight in fighting fields, Nobler transports Bacchus yields ; Fill the bowl, I ever said, 'Tis better to lie drunk than dead.
GLEE for Three Voices.
J. DANBY. --- Medal, 1781. When Sappho tun'd the raptur'd strain, The list’ning wretch forgot his pain; With art divine, the lyre she strung, Like thee she play'd, like thee she sung. For when she struck the quiv'ring wire, The eager breast was all on fire ; But when she tun'd the vocal lay, The captive soul was charm'd away.
MADRIGAL for Five Voices.
T. WEELKES,1608. WELCOME, sweet pleasure, My wealth ard treasure; To haste our playing, There's no delaying, No, 110, no. Th's minth delights me, When sorrow frights me, Then sing we all, Fa, la, la.
MADRIGAL for Fide Voices.
G. CONVERSO.-1580. When all alone my pretty love was playing, And I saw at a gaze, bright Pbæbus staying, Alas! I fear'd there would be some betraying.
GLEE for Four Voices,
WANTON gales that fondly play
Round about my love-sick bead; Quickly waft my sighs away,
To the nymph for whom I bleed.
Softly whisper in her ear,
All the pains for her I feel; All the torments that I bear,
Tell her she alone can heal.
Then with unsuspected care,
Gently fan her lovely breast; Happy you may revel there,
Where each god would wish to rest.
If one spark of fond desire
Harbour'd there, by chance you find ; Raise it to a lasting fire, -
Such as burns within my mind.