Dry those eyes (Acte III)
The indian queen Z 630 de Henry Purcell :
Dry those eyes which are o'erflowing,
All your storms are o'erblowing.
While you in this isle are biding,
You shall feast without providing,
Evry dainty you can think of,
Ev'ry wine that you can drink of,
Shall be yours and want shall shun you,
Ceres' blessing too is on you.
A la semaine prochaine...
