THESAURUS MUSICUS: BEING, A COLLECTION of the Newest SONGS PERFORMED At Their Majesty's Theatres; and at the Consorts in Viller-street in York-Buildings, and in Charles-street Covent-Garden. WITH A Thorow-Bass to each SONG for the Harpficord, Theorbo, or Bass-Viol. To which is Annexed A Collection of Airs, Composed for two Flutes, by several Masters. THE FIRST BOOK. LESSONS FOR THE RECORDER depiction of four children sitting around a table and playing recorders LONDON, Printed by J. Heptinstall for John Hudgebut. And are to be Sold by John Carr, at the Middle-Temple Gate in Fleetstreet, and by John Money, Stationer at the Mitre in Mitre Court in Fleetstreet. And at most Musick-Shops in Town. 1693. A Table of SONGS contained in this Book. A Ah Friends, how happy are we here, 8 And in each Track of Glories, 26 B Beauty first the heart inspires, 5 D Down, down with Bacchus, 38 E ‛ Ere Time had run so long a Race, 25 F Fie Jockey never prattle mere so like a Loon, 16 Fond Virgins run into the Snare, 17 H How long must Women wish in vain, 28 I Jack, Whither so fast? 7 I wonder what those Lovers mean, 24 O Of noble Race was Shinking, 20 S Such command o'er my Fate, 12 T Thou you make no return to my Passion, 1 Tell me no more, no more I am deceived, 2 'Tis pity Myrtilla you should be a Wife, 3 To Convent Streams, or shady Groves, 6 Tell me-thou fairest of all thy whole Sex, 11 That scornful Sylvia's Chains I wear, 13 The Queen of Beauty loved a Swain, 18 To yonder Sweet delicious Shade, 21 W What beastly to drink! that's a jest, 9 Why wonders beauteous Cloris, 14 Where Phoebus with his kindest look, 22 A Table of the Flute-Tunes in two parts. Airs for 2 Flutes by Mr. King. P. 30, 31, 32, 33. Airs for 2 Flutes by Mr. Godfrido Finger, and Mr. John Banister. P. 34, 35. Airs for 2 Flutes by Mr. Keen P. 36, 37. TO Thomas Drax, Esquire. SIR, BY the advice and assistance of some Eminent Masters of Music, whom I have great reason to believe my very good Friends, and by some Care and Industry of my own, I have Collected this small Volume, which I find wants nothing but your Name to Recommend it to the Musical part of the World; the Sense of this Encourages me (but with all Humility imaginable) to beg your Protection of it, since none (especially who have had Gentlemanlike Education) will be so unmannerly as to oppose what a Person of your Sense and Merit has Vouchsafed to Patronise. I am not unsensible how Ridiculous an attempt of Panegyric would appear in me, who am altogether as unfit for it, as to perform in a Consort of Music, but this I must beg leave to affirm, that if Persons of your Rank and Sphere, not only condescend to be Patrons of the Sons of Apollo, but to be Performers also, we have all the ground imaginable to be assured, that our Island will be as famous for Excellent Compositions and admirable Performances in Music, as Rome the long acknowledged Mistress of the World. Now Sir I must beg if you should find any Errors that you would not Impute them to the want of Skill in the Masters, but either to mine or the Printers oversight, who do not pretend to Infallibility. But this I need not have mentioned, since I know you are so Generous as to Connive at such faults, and I hope you will Pardon this presumption of Your already infinitely obliged, And most humble Servant, John Hudgebutt. The first Song in the Maids last Prayer, by Mr. Henry Purcell. Sung by Mrs. Dyer. THOUGH ' you make no return to my pas— sion, still, still I pray— sum to a— door; 'tis in Love but an odd re— pu— ta— tion, when faintly re— pulsed, to give o'er. When you talk of your Duty, I gaze on your Beauty, nor mind the dull maxim at all: Let it reign in Cheapside, with a Ci— tizens' Bride; it will ne'er be received, it will ne'er, ne'er, it will ne'er be received at White— hall. II. What Apocryphal Tales are you told, By one who would make you believe, That, because of to have and to hold, You still must be pinned to his sleeve. 'Twere apparent high Treason, 'Gainst Love and 'gainst Reason, Should one such a Treasure engross: He who knows not the Joys, That attend such a Choice, Should resign to another who does. The 2d. Song in the Maids last Prayer, Sung by Mrs. Ayliff. TELL me no more, no more I am de— ceived, that Cloes false, that Cloes false and common: by Heaven I all a— long believed she was, she was a ve— ry, very, Woe— man. As such I liked, as such ca— rest, she still, she still was con— stant when pos— sect; she could, she could, she could, she could do more for no man. 2d. Stanza. But oh! but oh her thoughts on o— there's ran, and that you think, and that you think a hard thing; per— haps she fan— cyed you the Man, why what care I, why what care I one Far— thing. You say she's false, I'm sure she's kind, I'll take, I'll take her— Bo— die, you her Mind; who, who, who has the better Bar— gain? By Mr. Akeroyd 'tIS pit— tie pity— tie Myr— till— lafoy you should be a Wife, to be made a mere slave and a drudge all thy life; to throw all thy freedom and pleasures a— way, change the joys of Command for the curse of O— obey: Be un— ea— sy a— broad 'cause home you must come, to be plagued all the night with a fumbling hum— drum, with a fum, fum, fum, fumbling, with a fumbling hum— drum. The Words by Mr. Jo. O. Set by Mr. Akeroyd BEAU—TY first the heart In— spires, e— qual flames en— crease the fires; Mu— tual loves have mu-tual blisses, hearts a— 'greed the same soft widow— she's; Still de— sire— ing, still re— qui— ring, looking still, and still ad— mire— ing. II. Some dear pleasing Raptures roll, Alike about each ravished Soul; True Lovers wishes are not cloyed, The object ne'er so oft enjoyed. Still, etc. III. Free from Troubles, free from harms, Full of Honour, full of charms; Bless these pairs ye Gods above, Crown their hearts with lasting Love. Still, etc. Set by Mr. Ralph Courtivil. TO convent Streams or sha'— die Groves, may Ce— lia be con— fined, and from Au— gus— ta, from Au— gus— ta far re— move,— since hand— some and un— kind: Let her not range nor plea— sures take, in Town which no— ne will give; why should we room for Beau— tie make, why, why should we room for Beau— tie make, which will not let us live? why should we room— for Beau— tie make, which widow— ll not let us live? A Catch for 3. Voices, by Mr. King. JACK, whither so fast? To the Devil; where should I? I'm not in such haste to go thither. A— dieu t'ye; I hope to in— treague yet many a year, and Whore in a— abundance be— fore I come there; May you all— ways be damned to the Hell of a Punk, while I at the Devil get Hea— ven— lie Drunk. A Song for two Voices, Set by Mr. Akeroyde. AH friends how happy are we here, blest with good Drink, blest with good AH friends how hap— pie are we here, blest with good Drink, Drink, and with good Cheer; we're crowned with joys a— 'bove all blessed with good Drink, and with good Cheer; we're crowned with joys a— 'bove all measure, in War we fear to lose our life, in Love, in Love there's measure, in War we fear to lose our life, in Love, in Love, there's jea— lou— sy and streif, by Trade, and play we lose our Treasure. jea— lou— sy and strife, by Trade, and play we lose our Treasure. But here, but here, un— less our Bowl should fall, and some mischance should But here, but here, un— less our Bowl should fall, and some miss— chance should spill it all, nothing can e— ver balk our pleasure, but here un— spill it all, nothing can e— ver balk our pleasure, but— less our Bowl should fall, nothing can balk, nothing can balk, here un— less our Bowl should fall nothing can balk, nothing can nothing can balk, can balk our pleasure. balk, can balk, can balk our pleasure. A Song for 2. Voices, Set by Mr. Robert King. WHAT Beastly to drink! that's a jest, that's a jest, I'll not bear it; WHAT Beastly to drink! that's a jest, I'll not bear it; un— un— less you'll de— mon— strate Beasts e— ver drink Claret:— less you'll de— monstrate, de— monstrate Beasts e— ver drink Claret: But hang't 'tis a fol— lie to make a dis— pute, 'tis the But hang't 'tis a fol— lie, a fol— lie to make a dis— pute, 'tis the dull sober, dull so— ber Sot, that is real— lie the Brute, for while we drink dull so— ber Sot, that is real— lie the Brute, for while we drink Wine, for Wine, for while we drink Wine, let all men hereafter proclaim him a Beast that while we drink Wine, drink Wine, let all men hereafter proclaim him a Beast that on— lie drinks Water, proclaim him a Beast, a Beast, who on— lie drinks Water. on— lie drinks Water, proclaim him a Beast, a Beast, who on— lie drinks Water. Set by Dr. Staggins. TELL me thou fairest of all thy whole Sex, why so much good nature poor hearts doth per— plex; The un— grate— full be— trays me with hopes in my sleep, but when the Dreams gone my heart's rea— die to break; This Charming sweet Creature hath a Soul so re— fined, that I'd give all the world that we were of one mind. Set by Mr. Tho. Tallot. SUCH command o'er my Fate, has your Love or your Hate, that no— thing can make me more wretched or great: Whilst expecting I lie to Live, or to Die, thus doubtful the sentence of such I re— lie, your Tongue bids me go, tho' your eyes say not so, but much kinder words from their language do flow. II. Then leave me not hear thus between hope and fear, Tho' your Love cannot come let your Pity appear; But this my request you must grant me at least, And more I'll not ask but to you leave the rest; If my Fate I must meet let it be at your Feet, Death there with more joy than elsewhere I would greet. Set by Mr. Akeroyd. THAT Scornful Silius— vias Chains I wear, the Groves and Streams can tell; Those blasted with my Sighs ap— pear, these with my Tears, my Tears o'er swell: But Sights and Tears bring no re— dress, and Love that sees, that sees me grieve, con— spires with Silius— via to open— press the heart he should re— lief. A Song Set by Mr. Samuel Akeroyde. The Words by Sir Ed. S. WHY wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aimed so oft at Po— e— try? since by my goe— n'rous de— sti— nigh, I've seen the ob— ject of her Eye; why wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aimed so oft at Po— e— try? I'm in a Hea— ven a— — 'las at least, when e'er my Eyes do on her feast: why wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aimed so oft at Po— e— try; and in that Hea— ven my rap— tures be in— proved by her di— vi— ni— tie? why wonders beauteous Clo—ris, why, I've aimed so much at Po— e— try? II. Translated thus to Heavens blest Shore, I cease to be the thing before; And in those hallowed Plains receive, Rewards too great for Earth to give; Then Cloris can you so admire, At what you only, you Inspire; The mighty wonders of whose Eyes, Produce your Strephon's Rhapsodies. A Song in the Richmond Heirest, or a Woman once in the Right. FIE Jockey never prattle mere so like a Loon, no Rebel e'er shall garr my heart to Love; Sawny was a Loyal Scot tho' dead and gone, and Jennyed in her Daddy's way with muckle joy shall move: Laugh at the Kirk A— po-stles, and the canting Swarms, and fight with bonny Lad that love their Monarchy and King; then Jenny fresh and blithe, shall take thee in her Arms, and give thee twenty kisses, and per— haps a better thing. A Song for 2 Voices, Set by Mr. Samuel Akeroyde. The Words by Mr. Jo. O. FOND Virgins run in— to the snare, false Men to catch their hearts pray— pare: FOND Virgins run in— to the snare, false Men to catch their hearts pray— pare: With bro— ken Oaths and Vows be— tray'd, they would complain, but are a— With bro— ken Oaths and Vows be— tray'd, they would complain, but are a— afraid; and each that Lists herself for a Wife, is doomed to— afraid; and each that Lists herself, a Wife is doomed to praise, is doomed, is doomed to praise the care— full life. praise is doomed to praise the care— full life. TWO Praise the careful life, The Nymph she is both gay and wise, The tempting Bait discreetly flies; She loves herself, she loves her friend, She looks for joys and has her end; She only can her freedom boast, Which when resigned is ever lost. A Pastoral Dialogue by Mr. Jo. O. Set by Mr. Samuel Akeroyd. Thirsus THE Queen of Beau— tie loved a Swain, and le— ft her throne a— 'bove; To sport it on the hum— ble plain, and re— vel, and re— vel, and re— vel— Flor. i— n his Love. But what's the Wanton Queen to me, my— Reason is my Rule; Nor would it e— ver be with thee, if— Thris. I should play the fool: Were Reason, cruel Nymph, your guide, as you mis— — take it is, you would not glo—ry in your pride, nor shun Loves Flor. sacred bliss. Flor. My nu— me— rous Flocks are more than thine, my Fleeces fi— ne'er Wool; The herds that yond— der graze are mine, my Barns are all— so full; Thirs. But mine o— h! fates are thine of store, my herds, my flocks but few; I plead my Love I ask no more, since love does a— ll sub— due. CHORUS. Then let's to yond— der Grove re— move, the coolest of the plain: There CHORUS. Then let's to yond— der Grove re— move, the coolest of the plain: There sing the Charms of mu— tual love, so to our Flocks a— gain. sing the Charms of mu— tual love, so to our Flocks a— gain. A Song in the Richmond Heirest, or a Woman once in the Right. Harp. OF no— ble Race was Shinking,— The Line of Omon: S: Tudor, thum, thum, thum, thum, But her renown is fled and gone, since cruel Love pursued her. II. Fair Winnies Eyes bright shining, And Lily breasts Alluring; Poor Jenkins heart with fatal Dart, Have wounded past all curing. III. Her was the prettyest Fellow At Football, or at Crickett; At Hunting Chase, or nimble Race, Cots-plut how her could prick it. IV. But now all joys are flying, All pale and wan her Cheeks too; Her heart so aches, her quite forsakes, Her Herrings, and her Leeks too. V. No more must dear Metheglin, Be topped at good Mongomery; And if Love sore, smart one week more, Adieu Cream-Cheese and Flomery. TO yond— der sweet de— li-cious shade, lovely Silvia let's retire; careless— lie on Roses laid, loose to ev'ery warm desire, lose to e— very warm de— sire, lose to e— v'ry warm de— sire. Let us wanton lau— ug and play, lau— gh and play, kiss and sing the hours a— way, kiss and sing the hours a— way, kiss and sing the hours a— way, kiss and sing the hours a— way. A Song on the Italian Woman, The Words by Mr. Heningham. Set by Mr R. Courtiville. WHERE Phoebus with his kindest, king— est, kind— est look vi— fits his Neighbours a— ll the year; that place this Beauteous Nymph, this Beauteous, this Beau— tious Nymph, forsaken to en— ter— tain and warm us here, here, here, to en— ter— tain and warm us here, where Phoebus here: So the sweet Cho— ris— ters of Air, who long have felt his scor— ch heat, to Sylvian Scenes of Woods re—pair, to Sylvian Scenes of Woods re—pair; and there in sha'— des their Songs re— peat, and there in sha'— des, and there, and there in shades, in shades their Songs re— peat, and there, and there in shades, in sha'— — des their Songs repeat, re— peat, re— peat their Songs re— peat, re— peat. Set by Mr. John Barrett. I wonder what those Lovers mean, who say, they have given, they have given their hearts a way: Some good kind Lo— ver tell me how, for mine is: S: but a tor— meant now; some good kind Lo— ver tell me how, for mine is but a tor— meant now. TWO If so it be one place both hearts contain, For what, for what do they complain; What Courtesies can Love do more, Then to join hearts that were parted before; What Courtesies can Love do more, Than to join hearts that were parted before▪ A Scotch Song set by Mr. Robert King. ere Time had run so long a race, when Wool— lie 'gan en— trea— tie, then I'll was thought a bon— ny Lass, and call—ed wondrous pretty: But af—ter Wedlock— knot was wove, and the Lad my Charms had worn, he cursed my ea— sy yielding Love, and wished he had had my scorn, and wished he had had my scorn. A Song for two Voices by Mr. Henry Purcell. AND in each tract of Glow— ry, since And in each tract of Glow— and in each tract of Glo—ry since,— ry, since of Glow— ry, since for their loved Count— try, or their Prince. Princes that for their loved Count— try, or their Prince. Princes that hate, that hate Rome's Ti— run— nigh and join the Nations right, with their own hate, that hate Rome's Ti— run— nigh and join the Nations right, with their own Roy— all— tie; none were more ready, none were more rea— die, none, none, Roy— all— tie; none, none, none, none, none were more, none were more, none, none, none were more ready in— does— tress to save, no, none were more ready, none were more ready in— does— tress to save, none were more Loyal, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none were more Loyal none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none, none were more Loyal none, none more Brave. Loyal none, none more Brave. A Song for 2 Voices. By Mr. Robert King. HOW long must Women wish in vain, a con— stant How long must Woe— men wish in vain a constant Love to find? No art can Fie— kle Man re— Love to find? no art can fic—kle, can fic—kle Man re— tain, or fix a Ro— ving mind: Yet fond— lie we,— tain, or fix a Ro Ro—ving mind: Yet fond— lie yet fond— lie we ourselves deceive, and emp— tie hopes pur— sue; we ourselves, ourselves the— ceive, and emp— tie hopes pur— sue, Tho' Tho' false to o— there's, we be— leive they will to us prove true, false, tho' false to o— there's we be— lief they will to us prove true, tho' false to o— there's, though false to o— there's, though false to Tho' false to o— there's, though false to o— there's, others, we be— leive they will to us prove true. others, we be— lief they will to us prove true. First Treble. (1.) (2.) (3.) (4.) (5.) (6.) (7.) (8.) (9) (10.) (11.) (12.) (13.) (14.) Slow. Second Treble. (1.) (2.) (3.) (4.) (5.) (6.) (7.) (8.) (9) (10.) (11.) (12.) (13.) (14.) Slow. A Catch for 3 Voices. By Mr. H. Purcell. DOWN, down with Bacchus, down, down with Bacchus; from this hour renounce, re— nounce the Grapes Tyrant— nick power; whilst in our large, our large Con— fe— d'rate Bowl, and mingling Virtue, mingling Ver— tue, cheer the Soul. Down with the French, down with the French, march on to Nantz for whose, for whose dear sake we'll con-quer France; and when, when th'inspiring Cups swell high, their hun—gry, hun—gry juice with scorn, with scorn de— fie. Rouse, rouse, rouse, rouse, rouse Royal Boys, your Forces join, to rout, to rout the Monsieur and his Wine; then, then, then, than the next year, our Bowl shall be quaffed, quaffed un— der the Vines in Bur— gun— die. FINIS.