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John Christopher Smith
(1712 - 1795)
How cruelly fated is woman to woe
(S./T.Continuo)
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"Sung by Miss Macklin in the Comedy of The Chances", adapted by Garrick from Beaumont & Fletcher.
Lyrics: David Garrick
How cruelly fated is woman to woe;
Too weak to contend, still beset with the foe:
Tho' each wish we conceiv'd should be crown'd with success,
What would flow from these wishes but care and distress.
For love intervenes, and fancy's gay scenes
Alas! Are clouded all o'er:
The sun quits the skies, hope sickens and dies.
"Heigh ho", the heart says, "no more".
Tho' beauty and riches together conspire
To flatter our pride and fulfil each desire:
No beauties nor riches give peace to that breast
Which passion has tortur'd and grief has oppress'd.
For love intervenes, and fancy's gay scenes
Alas! Are clouded all o'er:
The sun quits the skies, hope sickens and dies.
"Heigh ho", the heart says, "no more".
How cruelly fated is woman to woe;
Too weak to contend, still beset with the foe:
Tho' each wish we conceiv'd should be crown'd with success,
What would flow from these wishes but care and distress.
For love intervenes, and fancy's gay scenes
Alas! Are clouded all o'er:
The sun quits the skies, hope sickens and dies.
"Heigh ho", the heart says, "no more".
Tho' beauty and riches together conspire
To flatter our pride and fulfil each desire:
No beauties nor riches give peace to that breast
Which passion has tortur'd and grief has oppress'd.
For love intervenes, and fancy's gay scenes
Alas! Are clouded all o'er:
The sun quits the skies, hope sickens and dies.
"Heigh ho", the heart says, "no more".