by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Ye that do live in pleasures
Language: English 
Ye that do live in pleasures plenty,
and dwell in Music's sweetest Airs,
whose eyes are quick, whose ears are dainty,
not clogg'd with earth or wordly cares,
come sing this song. made in Amphion's praise,
who now is dead, yet you his fame can raise.

Call him again, let him not die,
but live in Music's sweetest breath;
place him in fairest memory,
and let him triumph over death.
O sweetly sung, his living wish attend ye.
These were his words, "The mirth of heav'n God send ye."


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Researcher for this text: Bart O'Brien

This text was added to the website: 2004-12-08
Line count: 12
Word count: 89