ODE TO FRIENDSHIP.
For Eight Voices.

FRIENDSHIP, thou social bond of life!
Yielding to nought, but love alone;
By thee secure from cares and strife,
Let us approach thy sacred throne.

RT. COOKE.

Next heav'n-born harmony thy aid we ask,
Propitious thou, be ours the task,

To blend thy notes in one continu'd whole,
And pour the melting strain upon the soul.

Thus the gay hours shall glide away,
Nor leave a thorn behind,

Where gen'rous friendship bears the sway,
With harmony combined.

Mr. Harris.

MADRIGAL for Three Voices.

J. WILBYE.1598..

FLY, Love, to heav'n above, and look out Fortune,

And sweetly her importune:

That I from my Calista, best beloved,

As and she sit down be never moved; you

And love to Carimel, see you commend me,

Fortune, for her sweet sake, may chance befriend me.

GLEE for Three Voices.

FRUITFUL earth drinks up the rain,

Trees from earth drinks that again;
The sea too drinks the air,

The sun drinks the sea,

And him the moon ;

Is it reason then, do you think,

That I should thirst when all else drink.

Dr. COOKE.

Cowley's Translation from Anacreon.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Dr. ALCOCK.

FRIENDSHIP, thou dearest blessing heav'n bestows!

Balm of cares and soft'ner of all our woes;

I at thy shrine my willing tribute pay,
And to thine honour consecrate my lay.
Thy form is lovely, and thy fruit divine,

For love and peace, and truth, and joy, are thine;
And kind'red souls, who feel this gen'rous flame,
Enjoy a fund of bliss that wants a name.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Dr. CALLCOTT.

FAR
AREWELL to Lochaber, and farewell my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I have many days been ;

For Lochaber no more, Lochaber no more,

May be to return to Lochaber no more.

These tears that I shed, they are all for my dear,
And not for the dangers attending on war ;

Tho' borne on rough seas to a far distant shore,

May be to return to Lochaber no more.

Allan Ramsey:

GLEE for Five Voices.

FLORA now calleth forth each flow'r,

And bids make ready Maia's bow'r,
Who still doth lie in a trance.

Then will we little love awake,
That now sleepeth in Lethe's lake,

And pray him lead on our dance.

J. S. SMITH.

Spencer.

GLEE for Three Voices.

Dr. WILSON.-1667.

FROM the fair Lavinian shore,
I your markets come to store;
Muse not though so far I dwell,
And my wares come here to sell:
Such is the sacred hunger for gold.
Then come to my pack,

While I cry,

"What d'ye lack,

"What d'ye buy,"

For here it is to be sold.

I have beauty, honour, grace,
Fortune, favour, time, and place,
And what else thou would'st request,
Ev'n the thing thou likest best :

First let me have but a touch of your gold.

Then come to me lad,

Thou shalt have

What thy dad

Never gave,

For here it is to be sold.

Madam, come, see what you lack,

I've complexions in my pack ;

White and red you may have in this place,

To hide your old and wrinkled face.

First let me have but a touch of your gold.

Then thou shalt seem

Like a wench of fifteen,

Although you be threescore and ten years

old.

GLEE for Four Voices.

Dr. COOKE.

FAIR Susan did her wife hode well maintain,

Algates assaulted so, by lovers twaine;
Now an' I reade arighte that auncient song,
The paramours were olde, the dame was young:
Had thilk same tale in other guise been told,
Had they been young and she been olde,
Pardie! that wou'd ha' been much sorer tryale,
Full marvailous, I wot, were such denyale.

Chaucer.

MADRIGAL for Four Voices.

J. BENNETT.-1598.

FLOW, O my tears! flow, and cease not!

Alas! these spring-tides increase not;
O when begin you to swell so high,
That I may drown me in you.