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James Corfe
(1713 - c.1765)
Fair Sylvia, cease to blame thy youth (reduced accompaniment)
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149358 : Corfe : Fair Sylvia, cease to blame thy youth (reduced acc... : sheet music
Catalogued as Choral - Secular (Songs and Concert Airs)
"The Generous Protestation", from Twelve English songs with their symphonies, London, c.1745.
Lyrics: Francis Atterbury
Fair Sylvia, cease to blame my youth
For having loved before:
So men, till they have learned the truth,
Strange deities adore.
My heart, 'tis true has often ranged
Like bees o'er gaudy flow'rs;
And many thousand loves has changed,
Till it was fix'd on yours.
But Sylvia, when I saw those eyes,
'Twas soon determined there;
Stars might as well forsake the skies,
As I your brighter sphere.
When from those beams I turn aside,
New beauties to implore,
May ev'ry nymph my vows deride,
And I believed no more.
Fair Sylvia, cease to blame my youth
For having loved before:
So men, till they have learned the truth,
Strange deities adore.
My heart, 'tis true has often ranged
Like bees o'er gaudy flow'rs;
And many thousand loves has changed,
Till it was fix'd on yours.
But Sylvia, when I saw those eyes,
'Twas soon determined there;
Stars might as well forsake the skies,
As I your brighter sphere.
When from those beams I turn aside,
New beauties to implore,
May ev'ry nymph my vows deride,
And I believed no more.

