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'''Description:''' A solo song to a poem by the 17th Century poet, wit, and politician, Sir Charles Sedley.
'''Description:''' A solo song to a poem by the 17th Century poet, wit, and politician, Sir Charles Sedley.

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  • (Posted 2015-08-19)  CPDL #36501:      (Sibelius)
Editors: Jonathan Goodliffe and Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2015-08-19).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 36 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: In the source the words of Sedley's poem have been changed for no obvious reason, so the original words have been restored in this edition.

General Information

Title: Not, Celia, though I juster am
Composer: Elizabeth Turner
Lyricist: Charles Sedley

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano solo

Genre: SecularAria

Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard

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Description: A solo song to a poem by the 17th Century poet, wit, and politician, Sir Charles Sedley.

External websites: The source on IMSLP: a "Collection of Songs" published in 1756,

Original text and translations

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Not, Celia, that I juster am
Or better than the rest;
For I would change each hour like them,
Were not my heart at rest.

But I am tied to very thee
By every thought I have;
Thy face I only care to see,
Thy heart I only crave.

All that in woman is adored
In thy dear self I find;
For the whole sex can but afford
The handsome and the kind.

Why then should I seek further store,
And still make love anew?
When change itself can give no more,
’Tis easy to be true.