William Horsley
(1774 - 1858)

See the chariot
(S.A.T.B.)
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Published London, 1815. Horsley was an enthusiastic early-adopter of the metronome: tempo markings are his own.
Lyrics: Ben Jonson

See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or a dove,
And well the car Love guideth.
As she goes, all hearts do duty
Unto her beauty;
And enamour'd, do wish, so they might
But enjoy such a sight,
That they still ere run by her side,
Through swords, through seas, whither she would ride.

Have you seen but a bright lily grow,
Before rude hands have pluck'd it?
Have you mark'd but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath smutch'd it?
Ha' you felt the wool o' the beaver?
Or swan's down ever?
Or have smelt o' the bud o' the briar?
Or the nard in the fire?
Or have tasted the bag o' the bee?
Oh so white! Oh so soft! Oh so sweet is she!