All must submit to their appointed doom, Fate and misfortune will too quickly come. I am forbid by fate to tell the rest. From human passions free. Those wild tenants of the breast, No, never can disturb our rest. We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend.
Greatness clogg'd with scorn decays, With the slave no empire stays.
We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend. Cease to languish the in vain Since never to be loved again. We the spirits of the air That of human things take care, Out of pity now descend To forewarn what woes attend. Soprano solo I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain, Since I am myself my own fever and pain. I attempt from love's sickness to fly in vain, Since I am myself my own fever and pain.