Henry Purcell Fairest Isle
Verse 1
Fair- est Isle, all isles ex- cel- ling, Seat of pleas-
sure and of love,
Ve- nus here will choose her dwell- ing And for- sake her
Cy- prian grove.
Cu- pid from his fa- v'rite na- tion Care and en- vy will
re move;
Jea- lou- sy that pois- nous pass- ion, And des- pair
that dies for love.
Verse 2
Gen- tle mur- murs sweet com- plai- ning, Sighs that blow
the fire of
love. Soft re- pul- ses, kind dis- dain- ing, Shall be
all the
pains you prove. Ev' ry swain shall pay his du- ty Grate-
ful
e- v'ry nymph shall prove; And as these ex- cel in beau-
ty,
Those shall be re- nowned for love.
