Z 631 The Tempest, III, 7: "Dry Those Eyes". [Neapolitan translation]

Ariel:

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,

Ev'ry 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.

• Artist:Henry Purcell
• Album:Purcell & Blow.