John ECCLES: Love is an empty, airy name - If I hear Orinda swear - E'er since you came into my sight * My lover has inconstant mind - I'll hurry thee hence - I burn, my brain consumes to ashes* Jeremiah CLARKE: Long has Pastora rul'd the plain - So sweets the charms of love - Alas, here lies the poor Alonzo slain - Divine Astrea hither flew - Lord, what's come to my mother - I'se no more to Shady Coverts - Jockey was a dawdy lad - The bonny grey ey'd morn - Jockey was as brisk and blith a lad. * ECCLES: Stay, Ah turn * CLARCKE: Celia is soft