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VENUS and ADONIS.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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VENUS and ADONIS.

A CANTATA

Recitative.

Venus and Mars confess'd an equal flame;
Their hopes, their wishes, and their joys the same;
Till green-ey'd jealousy disturb'd his rest,
Watchful he scoul'd, and peevishly carest;
Conduct like this the Goddess must displease,
Freedom, her province, her perfection, ease.

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Air.

Swains avoid the rigid air,
The prying look, the brow severe,
If you'd have the nymph approve,
Shun these foes to female love.
Jealousy's a friend to care,
Close connected with despair;
Its companions are constraint,
Disappointment and complaint.
To secure a woman's heart,
This you'll find the only art;
In her honour still confide,
She'll preserve it out of pride.

Recitative.

This rous'd th'Idalian queen to seek abroad,
Some kinder object to displace the God;
Adonis seen his potent charms invade,
A form more lovely nature never made:

95

Less beautiful the ruddy Bacchus rode,
When Ariadne bless'd the youthful God.

Air.

The Naiads cold the youth desire,
For him the Dryads feel desire;
And sportive Fauns with smile approve,
The choice of Cytherea's love:
Struck with his beauty Pan retir'd,
And broke his reeds; but yet admir'd:
Adonis all unrivall'd reigns,
The darling of the rustic plains.

Recitative.

And now the youth, adorn'd with ev'ry grace,
Awe in his heart, and blushes in his face,
Approach'd; while Cupid hov'ring in the sky,
View'd, and an arrow thro' his heart let fly;
For Beauty's queen the raptur'd mortal burns,
As fond a passion beauty's queen returns;

96

The God of hostile sway beholds, too late,
His fault, and imprecates his hapless fate.

Air.

Thou who would'st charm the virgin's ear,
To soft consenting mutual fire;
This short this lasting maxim hear,
'Twill mould her to thy warm desire:
Be kind,—and thou shalt kindness prove,—
The first great mystery of love.