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Ouverture
Hence! Loathed melancholy
Hence! Vain deluding joys
Come, thou goddess fair and free
Come rather, goddess, sage and holy
Haste thee, nymph
Haste thee, nymph
Come, and trip it
Come, and trip it
Come, pensive nun
Come, but keep thy wonted state
There held in holy passion still
And join with thee
Hence! Loathed melancholy
And if I give thee honour due
Mirth, admit me of thy crew
First, and chief, on golden wing
Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly
If I give thee honour due
Mirth, admit me of thy crew
Oft on a plat of rising ground
Far from all resort of mirth
If I give thee honour due
Let me wander, not unseen
Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures
Mountains, on whose barren breast
Or let the merry bells ring round
And young and old come forth to play
Hence! Vain deluding joys
Sometimes let gorgeous tragedy
But oh! Sad virgin
Thus, night, oft see me
Populous cities please me then
There let Hymen oft appear
Me, when the sun begins to fling
Hide me from day's garish eye
I'll to the welltrod stage anon
And ever against eating cares
Orpheus' self may heave his head
These delights if thou canst give
These delights if thou canst give
But let my due feet never fail
There let the pealing organ blow
These pleasures, melancholy, give
Hence, boast not, ye profane
Come, with native lustre shine
Sweet temp'rance in thy right hand bear
All this company serene
Come, with gentle hand restrain
No more short life they then will spend
Each action will derive new grace
As steals the morn upon the night
Thy pleasures, moderation
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