Thomas Arne
(1710 - 1778)

Arne : Let not rage, thy bosom firing : illustration

Let not rage, thy bosom firing
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An air from his opera Artaxerxes, redrafted by Arne as a four part glee for the Earl of Eglinton, a founder member of the Catch Club.
Lyrics: Pietro Metastasio

Let not rage, thy bosom firing,
Pity's gentle claim remove;
Spare a heart that's just expiring,
Forced by duty, racked by love.

Each ungentle thought suspending,
Judge of mine by thy soft breast;
Nor with rancour never-ending,
Heap fresh sorrows on th' opprest.

Heav'n, that ev'ry joy has crossed,
Ne'er my wretched state can mend.
I at once have lost
Father, brother, lover, friend.