Fairest isle
Hark the ech'ing air !
How blest are shepherds
I attempt from love's sickness to fly
I'll sail upon the dog-star
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If music be the food of love (1ère version)
Man is for the woman made
Music for a while
On the brow of richmond hill
There's not a swain of the plain
Turn then thine eyes
We sing to him