IV.

But in your eyes, oh! there's the fpell,
Who can see them, and not rebel:
You make us captives by your ftay,
Yet kill us if you go away.

CLA

LARENDON had law and fenfe,
Clifford was fierce and brave;
Bennet's grave look was a pretence,
And Danby's matchless impudence
Help'd to fupport the knave.

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

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

Protect us, mighty Providence,

What wou'd these madmen have?

First, they would bribe us without pence,
Deceive us without common fenfe,

And without pow'r enflave.

Shall free-born men, in humble awe,

Submit to fervile shame;

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

The duke shall wield his conq'ring sword,
The chancellor make a speech,
The king shall pass his honest word,
The pawn'd revenue-fums afford,
And then, come kifs my breech.

So have I feen a king on chefs

His

(His rooks and knights withdrawn, queen and bishops in distress) Shifting about, grow lefs and lefs, With here and there a pawn.

S O N G

FOR

St. CECILIA's Day, 1687.

FR

I.

ROM harmony, from heav'nly harmony
This univerfal frame began:

When nature underneath a heap
Of jarring atoms lay,

And cou'd not heave her head,

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

Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,
And Mufic's power obey.

From harmony, from heav'nly harmony

This univerfal frame began:

From harmony to harmony

Thro all the compafs of the notes it ran,
The diapafon closing full in Man.

II.

What paffion cannot Music raise and quell!
When Jubal ftruck the corded shell,
His lift'ning brethren ftood around,
And, wond'ring, on their faces fell
To worship that celestial found.

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

That spoke so sweetly and fo well.

What paffion 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 thund'ring 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,

Whose dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

V.

Sharp violins proclaim

Their jealous pangs, and desperation,
Fury, frantic 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 heav'nly ways

To mend the choirs above.

VII.

Orpheus cou'd 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 giv'n,
An angel heard, and straight appear'd
Mistaking earth for heav'n.

Grand CHORUS.

As from the pow'r of facred lays
The Spheres began to move,