That spoke so sweetly and fo well. What Paffion cannot Mufick 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 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, Whose Dirge is whisper'd by the warbling Lute. V. Sharp Violins proclaim Their jealous Pangs, and Defperation, Fury, frantick Indignation, Depth of Pains, and height of Paffion, For the fair, difdainful, Dame. 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 VII. Orpheus cou'd lead the favage race; But bright Cecilia rais'd the wonder higher: Grand Grand CHORUS. As from the pow'r of facred Lays So when the laft and dreadful hour On the Young STATESMEN. CLA LARENDON had Law and Senfe, Bennet's grave Look was a pretence, But Sun-d, God-n, L-y, To be repeated like John Dory, When Fidlers fing at Feasts. Protect us, mighty Providence, What wou'd thefe Madmen have? First, they wou'd bribe us without Pence, Shall free-born Men, in humble awe, Who from Confent and Custom draw The The Duke fhall wield his conq'ring Sword, The Chanc❜lor make a Speech,. The King fhall pass his honest Word, The pawn'd Revenue Sums afford, And then, come kifs my Breech. So have I feen a King on Chefs (His Rooks and Knights withdrawn, The TEARS of AM YNTA, for the Death of DAMON. O SONG. I. Na Bank, befide a Willow, Heav'n her Cov'ring, Earth her Pillow, Sad Amynta figh'd alone: From the chearlefs dawn of Morning 'Till the Dews of Night returning, Singing thus fhe made her moan: Hope is banish'd, Joys are vanish'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: Whofo liv'd and lov'd as we! III. Never III. Never fhall we curfe the Morning, Never blefs the Night returning, Sweet Embraces to reftore: To befriend me ; Love and Damon are no more. ASON G. I. YLVIA the Fair, in the Bloom of Fifteen, Se Felt an innocent Warmth, as fhe lay on the Green: She had heard of a Pleafure, and fomething fhe guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her Breast a She faw the Men eager, but was at a Lofs, What they meant by their fighing, and kiffing so close; By their praying and whining, And clasping and twining, And panting and wishing, And fighing and kiffing, And fighing and kiffing so close. II. Ah! fhe cry'd; ah for a languishing Maid, And clafping and twining, And Cupid in Shape of a Swain did appear, He faw the fad Wound, and in Pity drew near; A And clafping and twining, And panting and wifhing, And fighing and kissing, And fighing and kiffing so close. The LADY'S SON G. I. Choir of bright Beauties in Spring did appear, To choofe a May-Lady to govern the Year; All the Nymphs were in White, and the Shepherds in Green; The Garland was giv'n, and Phyllis was Queen & But Phyllis refus'd it, and fighing did fay, I'll not wear a Garland while Pan is away. II. While Pan, and fair Syrinx, are fled from our Shore, III. For |