GLEE for Four Voices.

LOVERS and BACCHANALS.

LOVERS.

S. WEBBE.

CUPID, my pleasure! soft love I thee implore;

BACCHANALS.

Bacchus, my treasure! brisk wine I will adore :

LOVERS.

Give me a beautiful maid, to bless my longing arms!
BACCHANALS.

Give me a bumper of red, in that I view all charms!
LOVERS.

Without thy joy, life soon would cloy,

And prove a mere disease;

BACCHANALS.

The noble juice will mirth produce,

And give us ease.

Da Capo.

EPITAPH

On W. Lawes, a Musician, killed at the Siege of West Chester, during the Interregnum.

GLEE for Five Voices.

RT. COOKE.-Prize Glee, 1788.

CONCORD is conquer'd! in this urn there lies,

The master of great music's mysteries;

And in it is a riddle, like the cause,

Will Lawes was slain by those, whose wills were laws.

GLEE for Four Voices.

COME, live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove;
That grove and valley, hill and field,
Or woods and steepy mountains yield.

And I will make thee beds of roses,
And twine a thousand fragrant posies;
A cap of flow'rs, and rural kirtle,
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A belt of straw, and ivy buds,
A coral clasp, and amber studs ;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight, each May morning;
If joys, like these, thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.

S. WEBBE.

Shakspeare's Poems.

GLEE for Four Voices.

ANSWER TO THE FOREGOING Glee.

IF love and all the world were young,
And truth in every shepherd's tongue;
Thy fancy'd pleasures might me move,
And I might listen to thy love.

But time drives flocks from field to fold,
Then rivers rage, and hills grow cold;
Then drooping Philomel is dumb,
And age complains of cares to come.

Thy gowns, thy belts, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies;
All these, in me, can nothing move
To live with thee, and be thy love.

S. WEBBE.

If youth could last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, and age no need ;
Then these delights my mind might move,
And I might listen to thy love.

Shakspeare's Poems.

ROUND for Four Voices.

Sir J. STEVENSON.

COME buy my cherries, beauteous lasses,

Fresh from the garden pluck'd by me;
All on a summer's day, so gay,
You hear the Dublin cries

me."

Knives ground here by

Fine apples and choice pears,

Eat boys, forget your cares;

All on a summer's day, so gay,

You hear the Dublin cries-" Sweep, sweep, sweep."

Fruit in abundance sold by me,
Fruit in abundance here you see;

All on a summer's day, so gay,

You hear the Dublin cries-"Parsnips, carrots, and choice beans."

Whey, fine sweet whey,

Come taste my whey;

All on a summer's day, so gay,

You hear the Dublin cries-" Fine radish, fine lettuce,

sold by me."

GLEE for Three Voices.

COULD gold prolong my fleeting breath,
Or guard me from the stroke of death;
Then would I toil for precious ore,
And amass a boundless store.
But since all at length must die!
Nor gold a single hour can buy ;
Let the joys of life be mine,
Pour the streams of rosy wine;
Let me taste, in Chloe's arms,
All the heav'n of beauty's charms;

The smiles of friendship let me prove,

Friendship is the soul of love.

IRELAND.

Anacreon.

GLEE for Four Voices.

L. ATTERBURY.

COME, fill the board with gen'rous wine,
And let's regale at Bacchus' shrine;
With harmony and friendship crown'd,
Let's push the bottle swiftly round.
A sentiment, my friends, let's give,
May we enjoy the days we live.