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William Jackson (of Exeter)
(1730 - 1803)
The merchant, to secure his treasure
(S./T.2Vn.Continuo)
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The merchant, to secure his treasure
(S./T.2Vn.Continuo)
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Twelve songs set to music by William Jackson of Exeter. Op. 1. London, c.1755.
Lyrics: Matthew Prior
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name;
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Cloe is my real flame.
My softest verse, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia's toilette lay;
When Cloe noted her desire
That I should sing, that I should play.
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned;
I sung and gazed; I played and trembled;
And Venus to the loves around
Remarked how ill we all dissembled.
The merchant, to secure his treasure,
Conveys it in a borrowed name;
Euphelia serves to grace my measure,
But Cloe is my real flame.
My softest verse, my darling lyre,
Upon Euphelia's toilette lay;
When Cloe noted her desire
That I should sing, that I should play.
My lyre I tune, my voice I raise,
But with my numbers mix my sighs;
And whilst I sing Euphelia's praise,
I fix my soul on Cloe's eyes.
Fair Cloe blushed; Euphelia frowned;
I sung and gazed; I played and trembled;
And Venus to the loves around
Remarked how ill we all dissembled.