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