One of those catches that is more lubricious in performance than the anodyne lyrics might suggest. This edition comprises a modern realisation, and a statement of the piece in its original specialised format.

Lyrics: Anon, probably the composer

Sweet bird, that proclaim'st the return of the day;
Thou sweet airy thing, haste to Daphne away.
Pour thy notes of delight, if my fair one you see;
Try to touch her soft breast with compassion for me.
If your efforts succeed with my beautiful maid,
No more black despair shall my bosom invade.