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Elizabeth Turner
(fl.1750 - 1756)
Thy vain advice, coy nymph, give o'er
(T.Vn.Continuo)
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Thy vain advice, coy nymph, give o'er
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Published in "Twelve Songs with Symphonies", London, c.1750. The song is intended as a riposte to the previous item, "Thy vain pursuit, fond youth, give o'er".
Lyrics: Anon
Thy vain advice, coy nymph, give o'er,
Much more, alas! might Flavia do.
Redress those sighs you but deplore,
And make me happy as I'm true.
Nor sighs nor tears can I suppress;
Unbidden still they fall and rise.
As hard for me to love you less
As 'tis for you that love to prize.
Revenge I ask not; long be bless'd,
And may that peace I've lost be thine;
Since not one care can touch thy breast,
But must be doubly felt in mine.
Thy vain advice, coy nymph, give o'er,
Much more, alas! might Flavia do.
Redress those sighs you but deplore,
And make me happy as I'm true.
Nor sighs nor tears can I suppress;
Unbidden still they fall and rise.
As hard for me to love you less
As 'tis for you that love to prize.
Revenge I ask not; long be bless'd,
And may that peace I've lost be thine;
Since not one care can touch thy breast,
But must be doubly felt in mine.