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
Here The Deities Approve
Here The Deities Approve
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Bid The Virtues
Bid The Virtues
Sound The Trumpet
Fly Bold Rebellion
These Are The Sacred Charms