They tell us that your mighty powers

Prelude & Song (Orazia):

They tell us that your mighty powers above

Make perfect your joys and your blessings by Love.

Ah! Why do you suffer the blessing that's there

To give a poor lover such sad torments here?

Yet though for my passion such grief I endure,

My love shall like yours still be constant and pure.

To suffer for him gives an ease to my pains

There's joy in my grief and there's freedom in chains;

If I were divine he could love me no more

And I in return my adorer adore

O let his dear life the, kind Gods, be your care

For I in your blessings have no other share.