IV.

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

ON THE

YOUNG STATESMEN.

CLA

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

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

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

Protect us, mighty Providence,

What wou'd thefe 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 custom draw
The fame right to be rul'd by law,
Which kings pretend to reign?

The duke shall wield his conq'ring fword,
The chancellor make a fpeech,
The king shall pass his honeft word,
The pawn'd revenue fums afford,

And then, come kifs my breech.

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(His rooks and knights withdrawn, queen and bishops in distress) Shifting about, grow lefs and lefs, With here and there a pawn.

A

SONG

FOR

St. CECILI A'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 moift, and dry,
In order to their ftations 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 clofing full in Man.

II.

What paffion cannot Mufic 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 shell,

That spoke so sweetly and fo well.

What paffion cannot Mufic 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,

Whofe dirge is whisper'd by the warbling lute.

V.

Sharp violins proclaim

Their jealous pangs, and defperation,
Fury, frantic indignation,

Depth of pains, and height of passion,
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
Miftaking earth for heav'n.

Grand CHORUS.

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