Bleffings greater none can have, Art thou not Amynta's flave? Ceafe fond mortal, to implore,

For Love, ev'n Love himself 's no more.

S

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G.

CRUEL Amynta, can you fee

A heart thus torn, which you betray'd?
Love of himself ne'er vanquish'd me,
But through your eyes the conqueft made,

II.

In ambush their the traitor lay,

Where I was led by faithlefs fmiles: No wretches are fo loft as they,

Whom much fecurity beguiles.

EE, fee, fhe wakes, Sabina wakes!

SEE,

And now the fun begins to rife;

Lefs glorious is the morn that breaks

From his bright beams, than her fair eyes.

11.

With light united, day they give,

But different fates ene night fulfil :

How many by his warmth will live! will her coldness kill!

How many

Occafioned

Occafioned by a LADY's having writ VERSES in
Commendation of a POEM which was written in
Praise of another LADY.

HA

ARD is the task, and bold th' adventurous flight,
Of him, who dares in praise of beauty write;
For when to that high theme our thoughts afcend,
'Tis to detract, too poorly to commend.

And he, who, praifing beauty, does no wrong,
May boast to be successful in his fong :

But when the fair themselves approve his lays,
And one excepts, and one vouchsafes to praise,
His wide ambition knows no farther bound,
Nor can his Mufe with brighter fame be crown'd.

E PIG R A M.

Written after the Deceafe of Mrs. ARA BELLA
HUNT, under her Picture drawn playing on a
Lute.

WEE

ERE there on earth another voice like thine,
Another hand so bleft with skill divine!
The late afflicted world fome hopes might have,
And Harmony retrieve thee from the grave.

SON

I.

PIOUS Selinda goes to prayers,

If I but afk the favour;

And yet the tender fool's in tears,
When the believes I'll leave her.

II.

Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her!
Would he could make of me a faint,

Or I of her a finner!

G.

A HYMN TO HARMONY,

IN HONOUR OF

ST. CECILIA'S DAY, MDCC I.

Set to MUSIC by Mr. JOHN ECCLES.

I.

Harmony, to thee we fing,

To thee the grateful tribute bring

Of facred verfe, and fweet refounding lays;
Thy aid invoking while thy Power we praise.
All hail to thee,

All powerful Harmony!

Wife Nature owns thy undifputed fway,
Her wondrous works refigning to thy care:
The planetary orbs thy rule obey,
And tuneful roll, unerring in their way,
Thy voice informing each melodious sphere.

CHORUS.

All hail to thee,

All-powerful Harmony !

II.

Thy voice, O Harmony, with awful found
Could penetrate th' abyss profound,

Explore the realms of ancient night,
And fearch the living fource of unborn light.
Confufion heard thy voice, and fled,

And Chaos deeper plung'd his vanquish'd head.
Then didit thou, Harmony, give birth
To this fair form of heaven and earth;
Then all thofe fhining worlds above
In myftic dance began to move
Around the radiant fphere of central fire,
A never-ceafing, never-filent choir.

CHORU S.

Confufion heard thy voice, and fled,

And Chaos deeper plung'd his vanquish'd head.

III.

Thou only, goddess, first could'st tell
The mighty charms in numbers found;
And didst to heavenly minds reveal
The fecret force of tuneful found.

When first Cyllenius form'd the lyre,
Thou didst the god inspire;

When first the vocal fhell he ftrung,

To which the Mufes fung:

Then first the Muses fung; melodious strains Apollo play'd,

And Mufic first began by thy auspicious aid.
Hark, hark! again Urania fings!

Again Apollo ftrikes the trembling strings!
And fee, the liftening deities around
Attend infatiate, and devour the found.

CHORU S.

Hark, hark, again Urania fings! Again Apollo ftrikes the trembling strings! And fee, the listening deities around Attend infatiate, and devour the found.

Defcend, Urania, heavenly fair!

To the relief of this afflicted world repair;
See how, with various woes oppreft,
The wretched race of men is worn;
Confum'd with cares, with doubts diftreft,
Or by conflicting paffions torn.

Reafon in vain employs her aid,
The furious will on fancy waits;

While reafon ftill by hopes or fears betray'd,
Too late advances, or too foon retreats.
Mufic alone with fudden charms can bind

The wandering fenfe, and calm the troubled mind.

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