That does difpenfe its joys around, To be by men admir'd, by angels understood. Let IV. every reftlefs paffion cease to move! The happy influence of this day, For Mufic's unity and love. Mufic's the foft indulger of the mind, The kind diverter of our care, The fureft refuge mournful grief can find; A cordial to the breaft, and charm to every ear. Thus, when the prophet ftruck his tuneful lyre, Saul's evil genius did retire : In vain were remedies apply'd, In vain all other arts were try'd: His hand and voice alone the charm could find, V. Now let the trumpet's louder voice proclaim A folemn jubilee : For ever facred let it be, To skilful Jubal's, and Cecila's name. Who firft the hidden charms of mufic found; The secret springs of found. When from his hollow chorded fhell The foft melodious accents fell, With wonder and delight he play'd, While the harmonious ftrings his skilful hand obey'd. VI. But VI. But fair Cecilia to a pitch divine Improv'd her artful lays: When to the organ fhe her voice did join, In the Almighty's praise ; Then choirs of liftening angels stood around, For mufic's her reward and care, GRAND CHORUS. Then kindly treat this happy day, And grateful honours to Cecilia pay: To her these lov'd harmonious rites belong, To her that tunes our ftrings, and ftill infpires our fong. THE FORCE OF JEALOUSY. To a Lady asking if her Sex was as fenfible of that Paffion as Man. AN ALLUSION то "O! quam cruentus Fœminas ftimulat Dolor!". SENECA, Hercules Oetæus. WHAT raging thoughts tranfport the woman's That is with love and jealoufy poffeft! [breaft, More with revenge, than foft defires she burns, Whose flighted paffion meets no kind returns ; That That courts the youth with long-neglected charms, Dread Scylla's rocks 'tis safer to engage, Stung with a rival's charms, and husband's guilt: Th' unchaft Iöle, but divinely fair! In love triumphant, though a flave in war; Fix'd with her grief the royal matron stood, Then o'er the palace of falfe Hercules, } Late Late a dear witness of their mutual flame, Nor can the fpacious court contain her now; Her thoughts to all th' extremes of frenzy fly, Whilft in her looks the lively forms appear, Her rage no conftant face of forrow wears, Now calm as infants at the mother's breast, Her grief in fofteft murmurs is expreft: She speaks the tendereft things that pity move, Kind are her looks, and languishing with love. Then loud as storms, and raging as the wind, She gives a loose to her diftemper'd mind: With fhrieks and groans fhe fills the air around, Wild with her wrongs, fhe like a fury strays, Her motion, looks, and voice, proclaim her woes; While fighs, and broken words, her wilder thoughts disclose. TO HIS PERJURED MISTRESS. "Nox erat, & cœlo fulgebat luna fereno," &c. IT T was one evening, when the rifing moon Believe, you cry'd, this folemn vow believe, May |