A new song set by Mr Leveridge, sung att the theater in Dublin.
|TYPE||3 - Complex Melody|
|VERSE STRUCTURE||3v 4l|
|TIME SIGNATURE||44 34|
|TEXT SOURCE||'A new song set by Mr Leveridge, sung att the theater in Dublin' (London, c.1700) British Library G.304.(105.)|
|TUNE SOURCE||as above|
|FIRST LINE||Marinda's face like Cupid's bow|
|This song was also included in the serially published music anthology, Mercurius musicus or, The monthly collection of new teaching songs … for January and February (London, 1700).|
A new Song set by Mr Leveridge, Sung at the Theater in DublinMarinda’s face like Cupid’s bowIs drawn to shoot at HeartsWhich Hydray like do Hourly, Hourly Grow.When wounded by her Darts.Her Eyes such pointed Arrows send,That wing’d with fate they fly;No Armour can their force Defend,For whom they hit must Dye.Yet in her Quiver there remaines Such Joy as wou’d she giveWould ease a tortur’d wretchFrom pains and make the Dying Live.