Celia has a thousand charms:
'Tis heaven within her arms.
While I stand gazing on her face
Some new and some resistless Grace
Fills with fresh magic all the place.
But while the nymph I thus adore,
I should my wretched fate deplore.
But, oh, Mirtillo, have a care,
Her sweetness is beyond compare.
But then she's false as well as fair.
Have a care, Mirtillo, have a care.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Here The Deities Approve
Sound The Trumpet
Here The Deities Approve
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Fly Bold Rebellion
Fly Bold Rebellion
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
The Honour Of a Jubilee
See Nature, Rejoicing