To
VENUS
.
A
RANT
,
1732.
Set
to
Music
by
Dr.
HAYES
,
By
the
same
.
RECITATIVE
.
O
Goddess
most
rever'd
above
,
Bright
parent
of
almighty
Love
,
Whose
pow'r
th'
immortal
Gods
confess
,
Hear
and
approve
my
fond
address
:
In
melting
softness
I
thy
doves
outvie
,
Then
teach
me
like
thy
swans
to
sing
and
fly
;
So
I
thy
vot'ry
will
for
ever
be
;
My
song
,
my
life
I'll
consecrate
to
thee
.
AIR
.
Give
me
numbers
strong
and
sweet
,
Glowing
language
,
pointed
wit
;
Words
that
might
a
Vestal
move
,
And
melt
a
frozen
heart
to
love
.
Bid
,
bid
thy
blind
boy
All
his
vigour
employ
;
On
his
wings
wou'd
I
soar
up
to
fame
:
'Tis
but
just
,
if
he
scorch
My
breast
with
his
torch
,
In
my
wit
too
he
kindle
a
flame
.
RECITATIVE
.
Trophies
to
Chastity
let
others
raise
,
In
notes
as
cold
as
the
dull
thing
they
praise
,
To
rage
like
mine
more
sprightly
themes
belong
;
Gay
youth
inspires
,
and
beauty
claims
my
song
;
Me
all
the
little
Loves
and
Graces
own
;
For
I
was
born
to
worship
them
alone
.
AIR
.
Tell
not
me
the
joys
that
wait
On
him
that's
rich
,
on
him
that's
great
:
Wealth
and
wisdom
I
despise
:
Cares
surround
the
rich
and
wise
.
No
,
no
,
—
let
love
,
let
life
be
mine
:
Bring
me
women
,
bring
me
wine
:
Speed
the
dancing
hours
away
,
And
mind
not
what
the
grave
ones
say
;
Speed
,
and
gild
'em
as
they
fly
With
love
and
freedom
,
wit
and
joy
:
Bus'ness
,
title
,
pomp
,
and
state
,
Give
'em
to
the
fools
I
hate
.