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If Love's a Sweet Passion, why does it torment?
If a Bitter, oh tell me whence comes my content?
Since I suffer with pleasure, why should I complain,
Or grieve at my Fate, when I know 'tis in vain?
Yet so pleasing the Pain, so soft is the Dart,
That at once it both wounds me, and tickles my Heart.

I press her Hand gently, look Languishing down,

1. Symphony 03:44
2. Now does the glorious day appear 01:18
3. Not any one such joy could bring 01:26
4. This does our fertile isle with glory crown 02:09
5. Now does the glorious day appear 01:20
6. It was a work of full as great a weight 01:51
7. By beauteous softness mix'd with majesty 02:23
8. Her hero to whose conduct and whose arms 01:26

1. Prelude & Symphony 04:08
2. If music be the food of love 03:43
3. Hark! the echoing air 02:34
4. Three parts upon a ground 04:56
5. 'Tis Nature's voice 05:02
6. Round-O 02:02
7. Overture in G minor 03:59
8. A Divine Hymn: Lord, what is Man 06:00

1. O solitude 05:24
2. Ah! how sweet it is to love 01:51
3. Not all my torments 02:24
4. Stripp'd of their green 03:25
5. Tell me, some pitying angel 07:10
6. If music be the food of love 03:21
7. Hark! hark! the echoing air 02:11
8. The fatal hour comes on apace 04:00

1. Fly swift, ye hours 05:25
2. They tell us that your mighty powers 03:22
3. The Plaint: O let me weep 08:12
4. In the black, dismal dungeon of despair 03:59
5. See, even Night herself is here 04:52
6. Why should men quarrel? 01:26
7. Seek not to know 03:56
8. Retir'd from mortals' sight 04:08