SONG, IN KING ARTHUR. Man fings. OH fight, the mother of defires, What charming objects doft thou yield! "Tis fweet, when tedious night ex pires, To fee the rofy morning gild The mountain-tops, and paint the field! But when Clarinda comes in fight, 5 She makes the fummer's day more bright; And when fhe goes away, 'tis night. Chor. When fair Clarinda comes in fight, &c. Wom. fings. 'Tis fweet the blushing morn to view; And plains adorn'd with pearly dew: But fuch cheap delights to fee, Heaven and nature Give each creature; They have eyes, as well as we; This is the joy, all joys above, That only she, That only the we love! Chor. This is the joy, all joys above, &c. 10 15 SONG, IN KING ARTHUR. TWO daughters of this aged stream are we; And both our fea-green locks have comb'd for thee; Come bathe with us an hour or two, Come naked in, for we are fo: What danger from a naked foe? Come bathe with us, come bathe and share, And circle round, around. 5 10 SONGS TO BRITANNIA, IN KING ARTHUR. SONG I. YE bluftering brethren of the skies, Whose breath has ruffled all the watry plain, Retire, and let Britannia rife, In triumph o'er the main. Serene and calm, and void of fear, In favour of the tender year. Retreat, rude winds, retreat 5 10 To hollow rocks, your stormy seat; threat. 15 SONG II. For folded flocks, on fruitful plains, Where pleasure mixt with profit lies. Though Jafon's fleece was fam'd of old, No mines can more of wealth fupply; 5 10 SONG III. Faireft ifle, all ifles excelling, Cupid from his favourite nation, Gentle murmurs, fweet complaining, Shall be all the pains you prove. 10 |