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Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)
Pursuing beauty, men descry the distant shore (reduced accompaniment)
(Song)
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Publ. London, 1760. Probably written for performance at Vauxhall. The text is from a play, Sir Anthony Love, or, The Rambling Lady, for which Henry Purcell composed the best known setting.
Lyrics: Thomas Southerne
Pursuing beauty, men descry
The distant shore, and long to prove
(Still richer in variety)
The treasures of the land of love.
We women, like weak Indians, stand,
Inviting, from our golden coast,
The wandering rovers to our land:
But she who trades with 'em is lost.
With humble vows they first begin,
Stealing unseen into the heart;
But, by possession settled in,
They quickly act another part.
For beads and baubles we resign,
In ignorance, our shining store;
Discover nature's richest mine,
And yet the tyrants will have more.
Sisters, be wise; forbear to try
How he can court, or you be won:
For love is but discovery;
When that is made, the pleasure's done.
Pursuing beauty, men descry
The distant shore, and long to prove
(Still richer in variety)
The treasures of the land of love.
We women, like weak Indians, stand,
Inviting, from our golden coast,
The wandering rovers to our land:
But she who trades with 'em is lost.
With humble vows they first begin,
Stealing unseen into the heart;
But, by possession settled in,
They quickly act another part.
For beads and baubles we resign,
In ignorance, our shining store;
Discover nature's richest mine,
And yet the tyrants will have more.
Sisters, be wise; forbear to try
How he can court, or you be won:
For love is but discovery;
When that is made, the pleasure's done.