Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)

Arne : Honest lover whatsoever (full accompaniment) : illustration

Honest lover whatsoever (full accompaniment)
(S./T.2Vn.Continuo)
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"N.B. The original poem (tho admirable in its kind) being in too unequal measure for musick, Mr Arne was oblig'd to get several of the lines altered". Probably written for performance at Vauxhall. This edition includes the original orchestral accompaniment; a version for keyboard reduction is also available.
Lyrics: Sir John Suckling (adapted)

Honest lover whatsoever,
If in all thy love there ever
was thought, to make the flame
Not still even, still the same;
Know this, thou lov'st amiss, and to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.


When she first appears I' th' room
If thou art not quite struck dumb,
And repeatest not twice o'er
Words thou utterd'st just before;
Know this, thou lov'st amiss, and to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.


If thy fondness don't mistake,
And defects for graces take,
If thou think'st not jests are made,
When she worse than nothing said;
Know this, thou lov'st amiss, and to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.


If with her you chance to eat,
And cut not fingers 'stead of meat,
Or with gazing on her face,
Rise not hungry from the place;
Know this, thou lov'st amiss, and to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.


If by this thou dost discover
That thou art no perfect lover,
And desiring to love true,
Dost begin to love anew;
Know this, thou lov'st amiss, and to love true,
Thou must begin again, and love anew.