by George Etheredge, Sir (1635? - 1691)
Cease, anxious world
Language: English
Cease, anxious world, your fruitless pain, To grasp forbidden store; Your studied labours shall prove vain, Your Alchemy unblest, While seeds of far more precious ore Are ripen'd in my breast. My breast, the forge of happier love, Where my Lucinda lives; And the rich stock does so improve, As she her art employs, That ev'ry smile and touch she gives Turns all to golden joys. Since then we can such treasures raise Let's no expense refuse; In love let's lay out all our days, How can we e'er be poor When ev'ry blessing that we use Begets a thousand more?
Authorship:
- by George Etheredge, Sir (1635? - 1691) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Henry Purcell (1658/9 - 1695), "Cease, anxious world", Z. 362, published 1684. [text verified 1 time]
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Line count: 18
Word count: 101