Claraphil and Clarinda | ||
Chorus by Both, with a through Bass.
[Then let thy bended Knees the Gods implore]
Then let thy bended Knees the Gods imploreThat thou mayst love me no more:
And we with Incense will their Altars warm,
Till they have losed the Charm,
Panchean Spices, and Arabian Gums,
Shall sweat, in whole Hecatombs,
Our Optick faculties shall nere be drie,
VVe thus will do till we die.
Claraphil and Clarinda | ||