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
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Sound The Trumpet
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Celia Has a Thousand Charms
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
The Honour Of a Jubilee
Here The Deities Approve
Strike The Viol
Fly Bold Rebellion
Strike The Viol