Melpomene, lend me the Aid of thy Art, Which fhews the best things the worft Fortune have had. Sing Down, &c. IV. a T• Y This. Fiddle of Fiddles, when't came to bestry'd; to ive I 'sai boog ó. Ena 11979 62 But first I muft fing of this Fiddle's Country, 'Twas born and 'twas bred in fair Italy; In a Town, where a Marshal of France had the Hap T (Fortune de la Guerre) to be caught in a Trap; s oviɔ And now having: fung of this Fiddle's high Birth, I should fing of the Fingers, which made fo much Mirth; But Fingers fo ftrait, fo fwift, and fo fmall Should be fung by a Poer, or not fung at all Sing Down, &c.dod anɔ ɔnitá, Jild and 710 daro? Tho I am, God wot, but a poor Country Swain,, And cannot indite in fo lofty a Straing So all I can fay, is to tell you once more, I sinn bloc ef Such Hands and fuch Fingers were ne'er feen before. Having fung of the Fingers and Fiddle, I trow, You'll hold it but ແ Sing Down, &c. XL CUPID fain would have chang'd with this Bow for a while, To which the Coy Nymph thus reply'd with a Smiles Your's only can kill, Mine can both kill and heal, This Fiddle and Bow, and its Mufick together," Your Heart it will bleed, and your Hands you will wring. This Fiddle was laid on a soft eafy Chair, Taking all for its Friends, its fweet Mufick did hear; Sing Down, &c, XIL New XII. Now Woe to the Bum that this Fiddle demolish'd, May it never want Birch to be fwitch'd and be lafh'd, Sing Down, &c. XIII. May it never break Wind in the Cholick fo grievous, (A Pennance too fmall for a Crime so Mischievous) Ne'er find a foft Cushion its Anguish to ease, While all is too little my Wrath to appease. Sing Down, XIV. Of other Bum-fcapes may it ftill bear the Blame, Ne'er fhew its bare Face without Sorrow or Shame; May it ne'er mount on Horfeback, without lofs of Lea ther, Which brings me almoft to the end of the Tether, Sing Down, &c1 XV. And |