THE SINGLE SONGS, With the DIALOGUE, Sung in the New OPERA, Called BRUTUS' of ALBA: OR, Augusta's Triumph. Composed by Mr. Daniel Purcell. LONDON, Printed by I. Heptinstall, for Henry Playford at the Temple-Change, Fleetstreet, and Samuel Scott at the Middle-Temple Gate, where the first Vol. of Deliciae Musicae, and the first and second Books of the second Vol. also the New Scotch Song (numbered the first) is to be had; where all other sorts of Vocal and Instrumental Music is sold. 1696. Price one Shilling. TO Richard Norton, Esquires. AND Anthony Henly, Esquires. GENTLEMEN, YOU having been pleased to be my first Encouragers at coming to Town, and since that to continue your Favours to me; I thought it my Duty (as it is my Ambition) to present this part of the Performance to your Acceptance, as the best Recommendation of it to the Town, and further Encouragement to the Endeavours of Your Most Obliged, and Humble Servant, Dan. Purcell. A Song Sung by Mrs. Cross. CEase Cynthia, cease, cease, cease your fruitless tears, cease, Cynthia, cease, cease, cease your fruitless tears; in vain you do for Pi╌ty move; Strep●on regardless all your pas╌sion hears, and vows he can no lon╌ger love; then learn of him Incon╌stancy, no lon╌ger wait his be╌ing kind, but to some other Lo╌ver fly, and banish, ba╌nish him your mind. Sung by Mr. Church, the Words by Mr. Io. Hanes. I Courted and Writ showed my Love and my Wit, and still pretty Flavia de╌nyed; 'twas her Virtue I thought, made me prove such a sot, to a-dore her the more for her Pride; till I happened to sit by her Masked in the Pitt, whilst a crowed of gay Beaûs held her Play, when so wan-ton╌ly free, was her smart Re-par-tee, I was Cured and went blushing, went blushing a╌way. II. How Lovers mistake, The addresses they make, When they swear to be constant and true, For all the Nymphs hold, Tho' the sport be still old, That their Playmates must ever be new; Each pretty new toy, How they'll long to enjoy; And then for a newer will pine? But when they perceive, Others like what they leave, Then they cry for their Bauble again. Sung by Mr. Leverige, the Words by Mr. Io. Hanes. HOw happy am I the fair Sex can de╌fy, and can every day say that my heart is my own, I never saw yet that Beauty or Wit, but I'd love if I pleased or could let her a╌lone; I thought that my flame would still be the same, for Beau╌tifull Celia, if Ce╌lia was true; but Love is so blind when Ce╌lia was kind, I changed her for Mop╌sa, for Mop╌sa was new. II. Then Phillida's Charms, Forced her from my Arms; But when Phillida would not grant my desire, I presently kneeled, To the next that would yield, To quench my old flame I made a new fire. III. Now is it not fair, That my faults I declare; Then Ladies be't known to all you I adore, Since I must deceive, Take you the same leave, The Devil's in't if you can ask any more. A Song Sung by Mr. Freeman. 'TIs vain to tell me I am de╌ceived, for Ce╌lia seems so kind, 'twere Sin she should not be be╌lieved, since I no cheat can find: If flat╌te╌ry with false╌hood lie in her soft youth con╌cealed, a thousand times I'd ra╌ther die than have the truth, than have the truth re╌vealed. II. Let buisy fools in Libels rail, Their malice I'll outbrave; On me no scandal shall prevail, So she th' appearance save: For if I think I have her Heart, My own for hers is due; Let her but act the tender part, I'll think the joy is true. Sung by Mrs. Willis in the 3 d. Act. GReat Queen of Hymen's hallowed fires, the sovereign of all chaste de╌ sires, that with true joy the genial Bed in╌spire; See, see what bend╌ing Knees we pay thee, thus a╌dore thee, thus, thus o╌bey thee; See what bending Knees we pay thee, thus, thus a╌╌dore thee, thus, thus o╌bey thee. Sung by Mr. Church, Words by john Robens, Esq. WHy Clo╌e, why, why will you not perceive, the woun╌ds you give, you give my heart; why, why like a tyrant will you live, re╌gardless, re╌╌gard╌less of my smart: My si╌ghss have tired the pi╌tying Swains, my groans have filled, have filled the Grove; yet Clo╌e still unmoved re╌ ╌mains, and vows she'll never, and vows she'll never, she'll never, ne╌ver Love. II. But Cloe, oh! at length be taught, Reservedness is a crime; And if you can commit a fault, 'Tis one to fool with time: Old age may come, your Charms will waste, Your Beauties may decay; Then to Love's tendersed joys make haste, Be happy whilst you may. III. Single the Phoenix lives alone, The reason for't is this; Nature at once permits but one, If two they'd taste the Bliss: With envious Eyes long she perceives, Joys other Creatures prove; For want of which the world she leaves, Expires in flames of Love. LEt others boast of li╌ber╌ty, I en╌vy not their Bliss; A╌min╌tor's' Charms have cap╌tived me, and I am on╌ly his: If Lo╌ving true be called a Chain, 'tis plea╌sing to en╌dure, for who can count that thing a pain, they ne╌ver wish to cure? Sung by Mr. Freeman in the 5 th'. Act. IF Mortals lau╌gh and sing, 'tis time we Gods, we Gods take wing; To mount, to mount and send him down the guar╌di╌an of his Crown; As╌ ╌tre╌a, As╌tre╌a, who from Earth was driven till Al╌bion called her back, till Albion called her back from Heaven, till Al╌bion called her back from Heaven. A Dialogue Sung between Mr. Edward's, and Mrs. Cross. WHY, Why dost thou fly me pretty, pretty, pretty Maid; tho' old, I feel, I feel Love's fire, which cannot, which cannot be quenched with╌out thy Aid, then prithee, then pre╌thee fair one be not cold, for tho' 'tis true I'm ve╌ry, ve╌ry old, I still have young, I sti╌ll have young de╌sire, I still, I sti╌ll have young de╌sire. Nay prithee dear Nestor cease, cease this discourse, for I've often, I've often been told, that for a young Virgin there is no╌thing worse, than to bed with a Man, than to bed with a Man that is old. You much mi╌stake, my pret╌ty fair, for old Men al╌ways constant are. I do not doubt your constan╌cy, for age of course must constant be; your youthful Vigour be╌ing gone, you scarce can think, can think of more than one. Is there nothing then can gain you? Yes, yes there is. Here's Gold, will that ob╌tain you? Oh! fie, fie, fie. See here, see here is store of Gold, oh! fie, fie, fie, fie, oh! fie, you're old. No matter Child, no mat╌ter Child, here's Gold. Well I'll take it for once, but I must have more, for this is too lit╌tle, too lit╌tle to win me: Nay ra╌ther than so thou shalt have all my store, and if that fail, and if that fail, the Devil, the Devil is in ye. I thank you, and now I must go. And I will go with ye, Oh! no, no, no, no, Why sure Child you won't, you won't serve me so? In╌deed but I must, Then give me my Gold, No, no I never make presents to Men that are old. CHORUS. No, no I never make Presents to Men that are old. Then give me, give, give me my Gold; give, give me my Gold. FINIS. Vocal and Instrumental Music lately Printed and Reprinted with large Additions, for Henry Playford at his Shop in the Temple-Change, Fleetstreet. HArmonia Sacra, in 2 Books, containing Divine Hymns and Dialogues lately set to Music by Dr. john Blow, and Mr. Henry Purcell, and other Eminent Masters. Price Bound of both Books 15 Shillings, the Second Book Stitched 4 s. 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