AIR, (In gliding measure charm to thee)

In gliding measure charm to thee The playful nymph Terpsichore, With ease, and grace, and look askance: Her panting bosom burning, As, twining, twisting, turning, In winning guise, she leads the mazy dance.

Now soft and soothing be thy strain, To ease the fond Erato's pain, Whisper, that in her realm, no more False, fickle love shall she deplore; Bid her behold, with glad surprise, Her mistress in Love's tender arts,

A princess comes, to bless our isle, Whose form shall captivate all eyes, And whose example fix all hearts. Bid her the trembling tear to dry, To dissipate the deep-heav'd sigh, To smooth her low'ring brow, and smile.

And join, accompany'd by thee, The playful nymph Terpsichore, With ease, and grace, and look askance; Her panting bosom burning, As twisting, twining, turning, In winning guise, she leads the mazy dance.