NATIONAL AIRS. No. IV. mmmm NETS AND CAGES. Swedish Air. I. COME, listen to my story, While your needle's task you ply; At what I sing some maids will smile, Though Love's the theme, and Wisdom blames Yet Truth sometimes, like eastern dames, Can speak her-thoughts by flowers. Then listen, maids, come listen, While your needle's task you ply; At what I sing there's some may smile, While some, perhaps, will sigh. II. Young Cloe, bent on catching Loves, These flights of birds, sat still at home, III. Much Cloe laugh'd at Susan's task; So weak poor Cloe's nets were wove, New game each hour, the youngest Love Come, listen, maids, etc. IV. Meanwhile, young Sue, whose cage was wrought Of bars too strong to sever, One Love with golden pinions caught, And caged him there for ever; Instructing, thereby, all coquettes, Whate'er their looks or ages, That, though 'tis pleasant weaving Nets, "Tis wiser to make Cages. Thus, maidens, thus do I beguile The task your fingers ply.— May all who hear, like Susan smile, Ah! not like Cloe sigh! WHEN THROUGH THE PIAZZETTA. Venetian Air. I. WHEN through the Piazzetta Night breathes her cool air, Then, dearest Ninetta, I'll come to thee there. Beneath thy mask shrouded, I'll know thee afar, As Love knows, though clouded, His own Evening Star. II. In garb, then, resembling I'll whisper thee, trembling, "Now, now, while there hover ""Twill waft thee safe over GO, NOW, AND DREAM. Sicilian Air. I. Go, now, and dream o'er that joy in thy slumberMoments so sweet again ne'er shalt thou number. Of Pain's bitter draught the flavour never flies, While Pleasure's scarce touches the lip ere it dies! II. That moon, which hung o'er your parting, so splendid, Often will shine again, bright as she then did— But, ah! never more will the beam she saw burn In those happy eyes at your meeting return. |