IV.

But in your eyes, oh! there's the fpell,
Who can see them, and not rebel?
You make us captives by your stay,

Yet kill us if you go away.

II.

On the YOUNG STATESMEN.

CLARENDON had law and fenfe,

Clifford was fierce and brave;

Bennet's grave look was a pretence,
And Danby's matchlefs impudence
Help'd to fupport the knave.

But Sunderland, Godolphin, Lory,
These will appear fuch chits in ftory,
'Twill turn all politicks to jests,

To be repeated like John Dory,
When fidlers fing at feasts.

Protect us, mighty Providence,

What would thefe madmen have?

Firft, they would bribe us without pence,
Deceive us without common fenfe,
And without power enflave.

Shall free-born men, in humble awe,
Submit to fervile fhame;

Who from confent and cuftom draw
The fame right to be rul'd by law,
Which kings pretend to reign?

The duke fhall wield his conquering sword,
The chancellor make a speech,

The king fhall pafs his honeft word,
The pawn'd revenue fums afford,

And then, come kifs my breech.

So have I seen a king on chefs

His

(His rooks and knights withdrawn, queen and bishops in diftrefs) Shifting about, grow lefs and lefs,

With here and there a pawn.

III.

A SONG for St CECILIA's Day, 1687.

I.

ROM harmony, from heavenly harmony

FROM

This univerfal frame began:

When nature underneath a heap

Of jarring atoms lay,

And could not heave her head,

The tuneful voice was heard from high,
Arife, ye more than dead.

Then cold, and hot, and moift, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,

And Mufic's power obey.

From harmony, from heavenly harmony,
This univerfal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Through all the compafs of the notes it ran,
The diapafon clofing full in Man.

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II. What

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II.

What paffion cannot Music raise and quell !
When Jubal ftruck the chorded shell,

His liftening brethren stood around,
And, wondring, on their faces fell

To worship that celeftial found.

Less than a God they thought there could not dwell
Within the hollow of that fhell,

That spoke so sweetly and fo well.
What passion cannot Music raise and quell ?

III.

The trumpet's loud clangor

Excites us to arms,

With fhrill notes of anger

And mortal alarms.

The double double double beat

Of the thundering drum

Cries, hark! the foes come;

Charge, Charge, 'tis too late to retreat.

IV.

The foft complaining flute

In dying notes discovers

The woes of hopeless lovers,

Whofe dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

V.

Sharp violins proclaim

Their jealous pangs, and defperation,

Fury, frantic indignation,

Depth of pains, and height of paffion,
For the fair, difdainful, dame.

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VI. But

VI.

But oh! what art can teach,

What human voice can reach,

The facred organ's praise ?

Notes infpiring holy love,

Notes that wing their heavenly ways
To mend the choirs above.

VII.

Orpheus could lead the favage race;
And trees uprooted left their place,
Sequacious of the lyre:

But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher;
When to her organ vocal breath was given,
An angel heard, and straight appear'd
Mistaking earth for heaven.

Grand CHORUS.

As from the power of facred lays,
The Spheres began to move,

And fung the great Creator's praise
To all the bless'd above;
So when the laft and dreadful hour
This crumbling pageant shall devour,
The trumpet shall be heard on high,
The dead fhall live, the living die,
And Mufic fall untune the fky.

The

IV.

The Tears of AMYNTA, for the Death of DAMON.

SONG.

I.

N a bank, befide a willow,

ON

Heaven her covering, earth her pillow,

Sad Amynta figh'd alone :

From the chearless dawn of morning

Till the dews of night returning,

Sighing thus fhe made her moan:
Hope is banish'd,

Joys are vanifh'd,

Damon, my belov'd, is gone!

II.

Time, I dare thee to discover Such a youth, and fuch a lover; Oh! fo true, fo kind was he! Damon was the pride of nature, Charming in his every feature ; Damon liv'd alone for me; Melting kiffes,

Murmuring bliffes :

Who fo liv'd and lov'd as we!

III.

Never fhall we curfe the morning,
Never blefs the night returning,
Sweet embraces to reftore:
Never shall we both lie dying,
Nature failing, Love fupplying

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