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Love arms himself in Celia’s eyes | Love arms himself in Celia’s eyes | ||
Whene’er weak reason would rebel, | Whene’er weak reason would rebel, | ||
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Confess thyself her beauty’s slave, | Confess thyself her beauty’s slave, | ||
And argue whilst she may destroy | And argue whilst she may destroy | ||
How great, how godlike ’tis to save | How great, how godlike ’tis to save}} | ||
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- Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-06-10). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 216 kB Copyright: Public Domain
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Title: Love Arms Himself in Celia's Eyes
Composer: Henry Purcell
Lyricist: Matthew Prior (1664-1721)
Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Soprano solo
Genre: Secular, Art song
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
Published:
Description: From the publication "Six Songs by Henry Purcell".
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Original text and translations
English text
Love arms himself in Celia’s eyes
Whene’er weak reason would rebel,
And ev’ry time I dare be wise,
Alas a deeper wound I feel.
Repeated thoughts present the ill,
Which seeing I must still endure,
They tell me love has darts to kill
And wisdom has no pow’r to cure.
Then cruel reason give me rest.
Quit in my heart thy feeble hold,
Go try thy force in Celia’s breast,
For that is disengag’d and cold.
There all thy nicest arts employ,
Confess thyself her beauty’s slave,
And argue whilst she may destroy
How great, how godlike ’tis to save