Musae aulicae, Autore Arturo Ionstono | ||
Musicke.
Phœbus gave me my voyce, which pleasant ThrushesAnd Nightingals excels midst poplar bushes,
A touch which ravenous Tygers can make tame,
And with Amphions moods dull stones enflame,
The painters usuall error, King, you see,
My voice and lire still dumb and silent be.
But now your eyes give life, my picture singes,
And melody is made with voyce and strings.
Musae aulicae, Autore Arturo Ionstono | ||