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William Jackson (of Exeter)
(1730 - 1803)

For ever Fortune wilt thou prove
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Continuo)
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For ever Fortune wilt thou prove
(Soprano/Tenor,2 Violins,Continuo)
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Twelve songs set to music by William Jackson of Exeter. Op. 1. London, c.1755.
Lyrics: James Thomson
For ever Fortune wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love.
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part.
Bid us sigh on, from day to day,
And wish, and wish our souls away.
'Til youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone.
But busy, busy still art thou
To bind the loveless, joyless vow;
The heart from pleasure to delude,
To bind the gentle with the rude.
For once, O Fortune, hear my pray'r,
And I absolve thy future care;
All other blessings I resign,
Make but the dear Amanda mine.
For ever Fortune wilt thou prove
An unrelenting foe to love.
And when we meet a mutual heart,
Come in between and bid us part.
Bid us sigh on, from day to day,
And wish, and wish our souls away.
'Til youth and genial years are flown,
And all the life of life is gone.
But busy, busy still art thou
To bind the loveless, joyless vow;
The heart from pleasure to delude,
To bind the gentle with the rude.
For once, O Fortune, hear my pray'r,
And I absolve thy future care;
All other blessings I resign,
Make but the dear Amanda mine.

