Tis holidayA Morning HymnAh， Belinda! I am prest with tormentAlleluiaBut ere we this performCome away， fellow sailorsDialogue of Corydon and MopsaEvening HymnFairest IsleFear no danger to ensueHark the ech’ing airHow blest are shepherdsI attempt from love’s sicknessI spy CeliaI take no pleasureI’ll sail upon the Dog-starIf music be the food of love (3rd version)If music be the food of love (1st version)In the black dismal dungeon of despairJob’s CurseLet sullen discord smileLord， what is manLost is my quietMad BessMan is for the woman madeMusic for a whileNo， resistance is but vainNot all my tormentsOft she visits this lov’d mountainOn the brow of Richmond HillPious CelindaPursue thy conquest， loveSaul and the Witch at EndorShake the cloud from off your browShepherd， leave decoyingSo when the glittering Queen of NightSound fame thy brazen trumpetSound the trumpetSweeter than rosesTake not a woman’s anger illThanks to these lonesome valesThe Blessed Virgin’s ExpostulationThe Queen’s EpicediumThere’s not a swain of the plainThou tun’st this worldTurn then thine eyesWe sing to himWhat can we poor females do?When I am laid in earthWhy should men quarrel?こちらの商品は他店舗同時販売しているため在庫数は変動する場合がございます。9,091円以上お買い上げで送料無料です。
