THE SINGLE SONGS IN The New OPERA, CALLED, The World in the Moon.  
Set by Mr. Daniel Purcell, and Mr. Clark.  
LONDON, Printed by J. Heptinstall, for Henry Playford at his Shop in the Temple Change Fleetstreet, where also may be had a General Catalogue of all the Music-books for this Thirty Years last passed down to this present time. 1697.  
Price Six Pence.   

Some of the Song-Tunes Transposed for the Flute.  

Come Strephon, Phillis,   

Then come kind Damon,   

Divine Astrea hither flew,    


Song in the New Opera, called the New World in the Moon,  Sung by Mrs. Cross. Set by Mr. Daniel Purcell. 
COME Strephon, Phillis, come let us troll a Jo╌v'al Hour away; and whilst the Gol╌den minutes ro╌ll, we'll Sing and Dance, Sing and Dance and Play; and whilst the Golden minutes ro╌ll, we'll—, Sing and Dan╌ce and play;—, we'll Sing and Dan╌ce and play.   

A Song  Sung by Mrs. Lindsey. Set by Mr. Daniel Purcell. 
THen come kind Da╌mon come a╌way, to Cinthia's power advance; the Sylvians they shall Pipe and play, and we'll lead up, and we'll lead up, and we'll lead up the Dance; the Sylvians they shall Pipe and play, and we'll lead up, and we'll lead up, and we'll lead up the Dance; the Sylvians they shall Pipe and play, and we'll lead up, and we'll lead up, and we'll lead up the Dance.   

A Song  Sung by Mrs. Cross. Set by Mr. J. Clark. 
SMile then with a Beam Di╌vine, we'll be Blest if you but shine; Hap╌py then our pains and toils, Wit on╌ly lives when Beau╌ty smiles: happy then our pains and toils, Wit only lives, Wit on╌ly lives when Beau╌ty smiles, Wit on— lie lives, Wit on╌ly lives when Beau╌ty smiles.   

A Song  Set by Mr. Daniel Purcell, Sung by a little Girl. 
YOung Strephon met me the o╌ther day, and Cour╌ted me to toy, to to╌y and play. Young Strephon met me the o╌ther day, and Cour╌ted me to to╌y, to to╌y and play: He talked of twenty prit╌ty things, of Darts and Flames, of Darts and Flames, and Cu╌pid's' Wings; what need he tell me over and over, I had a thousand Charms and more, my Glass had told me that, my Glass had told me that be╌fore, my Glass had told me that, my Glass had told me that before; and than He fell to Sobbing, Sigh╌ing, Wooing, Wooing, Cooing, Whining, Cringing, Vowing, Swearing, all, all, all, all, all, all, all but dying, Vow╌ing, Swear╌ing, all, all, all but dying. I knew what he meant, I saw't in his Eyes, 'twas all but a pack, all, all but a pack of flattering lies; I knew 'twas a shame, all, all that he said, for Young as I am, young, young as I am, I am too old, too old to be betrayed; for Young, young, young as I am, young, young as I am, I am too old, I am too old, too old to be betrayed; Young, young as I am, young, young as I am, I am too old, I am too old, too old to be betrayed.   

A Song  Set by Mr. J. Clark. 
DI╌vine A╌strea hither flew to Cynthia's brigh╌ter Throne, she left the I╌ron World below, to bless the Silver Moon; She left the I╌ron world be— low to bless the Silver Moon.   

A Song Set by Mr. Daniel Purcell.  

YOung Strephon he has Wooed me long,  
and Cour╌ted me with Pipe and Song;  
but I a sil╌ly, sil╌ly pe╌vish Titt,  
for want of Sense, for want of Wit,  
have pooed and cried,  
have pished and fyed,  
and played the Fool, and lost my Time,  
and al╌most slipped, and al╌most slipped, and al╌most slipped  
my Mai╌den prime.   

II.  
But now I thank my gracious Heaven,  
I hope my faults are all forgiven;  
I've struck the Bargain, eased my pain,  
And am resolved to take my Swain:  
To Poo, and cry,  
And Pish, and Fie,  
And make a Virgin's coy pretence,  
Is all, all, all, is all, all, all, is all, all, all  
For want of Sense.    

A New Song.  

LEt those Youths who freedom prize,  
far from the conquering Syl╌via run:  
never see her kil╌ling Eyes,  
or hear her soft enchant╌ing Tongue.   

For such sure de╌struc╌tion waits,  
on those darts with which she wounds,  
no Shepherd e╌ver can escape,  
but falls if Syl╌via does but frown.   

III.  
Damon, to his cost has proved,  
All resistance is but vain:  
Heaven has formed her to be loved,  
And made her Queen of all the plain.   

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Damon, when he saw her face,  
From her beauty would have fled;  
But the Charmer turned her voice,  
And with a Song she struck him dead.     

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BY Reason Madam Purcell's AIRS and SONATA'S coming out this Trinity Term, the Press could not complete the Collection of Choice SONGS of Mr. Henry Purcell's; for which, several Gentlemen have Subscribed; and also a greater Number of SONGS than was Proposed, will be Added. Therefore all Gentlemen and Ladies, that intent to Subscribe, are desired to do it before the 25th. of July; and the Books, without farther delay, will be delivered Michaelmas-Term next.  
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