: DUET.

LET Rubinelli charm the ear,

And sing as erst with voice divine; To Carbonelli I adhere,

Instead of music, give me wine.

And yet, perhaps, with wine combin'd,
Sweet music wou'd our joys improve ;
Let both together then be join'd,
And feast we, as the gods above!

Anacreon like, we'll sit and quaff,
Old age and wrinkles I'll despise ;
Devote the present hours to laugh,
And learn, to-morrow, to be wise.

Dr. COOKE,

Dr. Wake.

MADRIGAL for Six Voices.

WILBYE, 1598.

LADY, when I behold the roses sprouting,

Which, clad in damask mantles, deck the arbours; And then behold your lips, where sweet love harbours, Mine eyes present me with a double doubting ; For viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes, Whether the roses be your lips, or your lips the roses!

GLEE for Four Voices.

LAWLESS o'er the yielding wire,
Wild as with their father's lyre;
When the sons of Æol play,
Let the trembling fingers stray.

Give to freedom fair the strain,
Freedom unallied to pain;
Wreath the laurel, myrtle, viñe,
Hail to music, love, and wine!

WM. ROCK.

MOTET for Four Voices.

Dr. TYE*, 1553.

LAUDATE nomen Domini, vos Servi Domini :

Ab ortu solis usque ad occasum ejus,
Decreta Dei justa sunt, et cor exhilarant.
Laudate Deum, Principes, et omnes populi.

Rev. G. Heathcote.

* Dr. Christopher Tye, Gentleman of the Chapel Royal to King Edward the VIth, translated the first fourteen chapters of the Acts of the Apostles into English metre, which he afterwards set to music. This singular work was published A.D. 1553; the Latin words, as above, were adapted to a part of it by the Rev. Gilbert Heathcote, Fellow of Winchester College.

See Dr. Burney, Page 11, Vol. III, und

Dr. Boyce's Collection of Anthems.

GLEE for Four Voices.

LOVELY seems the moon's fair lustre

Dr. CALLCOTT.

To the lost benighted swain,
When all silv'ry bright she rises,
Gilding mountain, grove, and plain.

Lovely seems the sun's full glory
To the fainting seaman's eyes,
When some horrid storm dispersing,
O'er the wave his radiance flies.

Moorish Ballad.

MADRIGAL for Five Voices.

T. LINLEY.

LET me, careless and unthoughtful lying,
Hear the soft winds above me flying,

With all the wanton boughs dispute;

And the more tuneful birds replying,
Till my Delia, with her heav'nly song,

Silence the wanton boughs, and birds that sing among.

Cowley.

Ah! 1 could sit me down and cry;

But why despair? the times may mend:

Our loyalty shall us befriend.

God save the King.

Propitious Fortune yet may smile
On fair Britannia's sea girt isle;
Then Poverty shall take her flight,
And we will sing by day and night,

God save the King.

Webbe.

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GLEE for Three Voices.

MERRILY, merrily rung the bells

The bells of St. Michael's tower;
When Richard Penlake.

And Rebecca his wife,

Arriv'd at the church door.

Richard Penlake was a cheerful man,
Cheerful, and frank, and free,

But he led a sad life

With Rebecca his wife,

For a terrible shrew was she.

Merrily, merrily, &c.

A crab stick wou'd take,

And shew her that he was the stronger.
Merrily, merrily, &c.

W KNYVETT.

MOTET for Five Voices.

HALLELUJAH!

Dr. CROTCH.

METHINKS I hear the full celestial choir,

Through heav'n's high dome their awful anthems raise; Now chaunting clear, and now they all conspire,

To swell the lofty hymn from praise to praise.

Thomson.