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The EKATOMPATHIA[Greek] Or Passionate Centurie of Loue

Diuided into two parts: whereof, the first expresseth the Authors sufferance in Loue: the latter, his long farewell to Loue and all his tyrannie. Composed by Thomas Watson

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XIII.

[Esclepiad did cure with trumpets sounde]

The Authour descanteth on forwarde vpon the late effect, which the song of his Mistres hath wrought in him, by augmenting the heate of his former loue. And in this passion after he hath set downe some miraculous good effectes of Musicke, hee falleth into question with him selfe, what should be the cause, why the sweete melodie of his Mistres shoulde so much hurte him, contrarie to the kinde and nature of musicall harmonie.

Esclepiad did cure with trumpets sounde
Such men as first had lost their hearing quite:
And many such as in their drinke lay drownd
Damon reuiu'd with tunes of graue delight:
And Theophrast whē ought his minde opprest,
Us'd musickes helpe to bring him selfe to rest:
With sounde of harpe Thales did make recure
Of such as lay with pestilence forlorne:
With Organ pipes Xenocrates made pure
Theire wits, whose mindes long Lunacy had worne:
Howe comes it then, that musick in my minde
Enforceth cause of hurt against her kinde?
For since I heard a secret heau'nly song,
Loue hath so wrought by vertue of conceite,
That I shall pine vpon supposed wrong
Unlesse shee yeelde, that did mee such deceit:
O eares now deafe, O wits al drownd in cares,
O heart surprys'd with plagues at vnawares.