Wake, wake, Quivera, our soft rest must cease,
And fly together with our Country's peace;
No more must we sleep under Plantain shade,
Which neither Heat could peirce, nor Cold invade;
Where bount'ous Nature never feels decay,
And op'ning Buds drive falling Fruits away.
Cold Song
Cold Song
Cold Song
Fairest Isle
Fairest Isle
Cold Song
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Come, Ye Sons Of Art
Here The Deities Approve
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Here The Deities Approve
A Prince Of Glorious Race Descended
Sound The Trumpet
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
When I Am Laid In Earth (Dido's Lament)
Fly Bold Rebellion
Fly Bold Rebellion
Sound The Trumpet
Sound The Trumpet
Celia Has a Thousand Charms