To VENUS. A RANT, 1732.

To VENUS.

A RANT, 1732.

Set to Music by Dr. HAYES,

By the same.

RECITATIVE.

O Goddess most rever'd above, Bright parent of almighty Love, Whose pow'r th' immortal Gods confess, Hear and approve my fond address: In melting softness I thy doves outvie, Then teach me like thy swans to sing and fly; So I thy vot'ry will for ever be; My song, my life I'll consecrate to thee.

AIR.

Give me numbers strong and sweet, Glowing language, pointed wit; Words that might a Vestal move, And melt a frozen heart to love. Bid, bid thy blind boy All his vigour employ; On his wings wou'd I soar up to fame: 'Tis but just, if he scorch My breast with his torch, In my wit too he kindle a flame.

RECITATIVE.

Trophies to Chastity let others raise, In notes as cold as the dull thing they praise, To rage like mine more sprightly themes belong; Gay youth inspires, and beauty claims my song; Me all the little Loves and Graces own; For I was born to worship them alone.

AIR.

Tell not me the joys that wait On him that's rich, on him that's great: Wealth and wisdom I despise: Cares surround the rich and wise. No, no, — let love, let life be mine: Bring me women, bring me wine: Speed the dancing hours away, And mind not what the grave ones say; Speed, and gild 'em as they fly With love and freedom, wit and joy: Bus'ness, title, pomp, and state, Give 'em to the fools I hate.