SOME SELECT SONGS As they are Sung in the FAIRY QUEEN.

Set to Musick, By Mr. HENRY PURCELL.

LONDON, Printed by J. Heptinstall, for the Author; and are to be Sold by John Carr, at the Inner-Temple Gate near Tem­ple-Barr, by Henry Playford at his Shop in the Temple, and at the Theatre in Dorset-Garden. 1692.

First Song sung in the second Act.

[...]SIng, sing whilst we trip it, trip, trip it, trip, trip it up╌on the Green: But no ill Vapours rise or fall, but no ill Vapours rise or fall, no Nothing, no Nothing of╌fend, no Nothing of╌fend our Fai╌ry Queen; no Nothing, no Nothing, no Nothing, no Nothing of╌fend our Fai╌ry Queen; no Nothing, no Nothing, no Nothing, no Nothing of╌fnd our Fai╌ry Queen.

Second Song in the Second Act.

[...]I am come to lock all fast, Love with╌out me can╌not last: Love like Counsells of the Wise, must be hid from Vul╌;gar Eyes; 'Tis ho╌ly, 'tis ho╌ly, and we must, we must Conceal it; they pro╌fane it, they pro╌fane it who re╌veal it; they pro╌fane it, they pro╌fane it who re╌veal it.

Third Song in the 2d. Act.

[...]ONE Charming Night gives more╌ De╌lights then a hundred then a hundred, a hundred luckey days. Night and I im╌proves the tast make the Plea╌sures lon╌ger last a thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand se╌v'ral ways.

First Song in the 3d: Act

[...]IF Loves a sweet Passion, why does it tor╌ment, if a bitter oh [Page 6] tell me whence comes my con╌tent? Since I suf╌fer with Pleasure why [...]should I com╌plain, or grieve at my Fate when I know 'tis in vain? yet so pleasing the Pain is, so soft is the Dart, that at once it both wounds me and tickles my Heart.

I press her hand gently, look languishing down,
And by Passionate silence I make my Love known;
But Oh! how I'm blest when so kind she does prove,
By some willing mistake, to discover her Love;
When in striving to hide, she returns all her Flame,
And our Eyes tell each other, what neither dare Name.

Second Song in the 3d. Act,

[...]WHen I have often heard young Maids complaining, that when Men promise most they most de╌ceive, then I thought none of them worthy my gaining, and what they swore I would never be╌lieve, but when so humbly one made his Ad­dresses, with Looks so soft, and with Language so kind, I thought it Sin to re­fuse his Ca╌res╌ses, Nature ore╌came and I soon chang'd my mind.

Should he employ all his Arts in deceiving,
Stretch his Invention and quite crack his Brain,
I find such Charms, such true Joys in believing,
I'le have the pleasure let him have the pain.
If he proves perjur'd I shall not be cheated,
He may deceive himself but never me,
'Tis what I look for, and shan't be defeated,
For I'm as false and Inconstant as he.

Third Song in the 3d. Act.

[...]A thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand, thousand ways we'll find to en╌ter╌tain the hours, A hours, no two shall ere be known, no two shall ere be known so kind, so kind, so kind, so kind, no two shall ere be known so kind, no Life so blest as ours, no Life so blest as ours, so blest as ours, so blest as ours, as ours, as ours, no Life so blest, so blest as ours, so [Page 9] blest as ours, so blest as ours, as ours, as ours, no Life so blest, so blest as ours, so blest as ours, so blest as ours.

First Song in the Fourth Act.

[...]THus the e╌ver gratefull Spring, Thus the e╌ver gratefull Spring does her yearly Tribute bring, does her yearly Tri╌bute bring, does her yearly Tri╌bute bring, does her yearly Tri╌bute [Page 10] bring; all your sweets be╌fore him lay, all your sweets be╌fore him lay, then round his Al╌tar sing and play; all, all, all, all, all, all, all your sweets before him lay, then round his Al╌tar sing and play, then round— his Al╌tar sing and play: Thus the ever gratefull Spring does her yearly Tri╌bute bring, does her yearly Tri╌bute [Page 11] bring, does her yearly Tri╌bute bring, does her yearly Tri╌bute bring.

The second Song in the 4th Act,

[...]HEre's the Summer sprightly, gay, smi╌ling, wanton, fresh and fair: A╌dorn'd with all the flowr's of May, whose va╌rious sweets per╌fume the Air, a╌dorn'd with all the flowr's of [Page 12] May, whose va╌rious sweets per╌fume the Air.

Song in the Fifth Act.

[...]Thus hap╌py and free, thus treat╌ed are we, with Na╌ture's chiefest De╌lights: We ne╌ver cloy, but re╌new our Joy, and one bliss a╌no╌ther, and one bliss a╌no╌ther In╌vites.

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