Dido and Aeneas. Ah! Belinda I am press'd with torment ; When I am laid in earth
The Fairy Queen. I come to lock all fast ; When I have often heard young maids complaining ; Thrice happy lovers ; Oh! let me for ever weep ; Hark! how all things with one sound rejoice
King Arthur. Fairest isle, all isles excelling
Indian Queen. I attempt from love's sickness to fly
The Tempest. Halcyon days, now wars are over
Bonduca. Oh! lead me to some peaceful gloom
Don Quixote. From rosy bow're
King Richard the second. Retir'd from any mortal's sight
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