 | Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson |  |
To my honoured friend Dr WILSON on His Musicall Ayres, and incomparable Skill on the Lute.
Could wise Pithagoras tast thy skill;Or drown'd in numbers drink his fill;
Could he but revel't in thy Ayre
One houre, he'd sweare thy soul is there.
Thou'lt tempt, (take but thy Lute in hand,)
Euridice againe to Land;
Who Ravisht with one carelesse glance,
May safely venture t'other dance
On fatall Serpents, lul'd in th'armes
Of thy soft notes they'l need no charmes.
Labour but on thy strings, they'l throng
Themselves into a Swans last song;
Where every note will ring the knell
Of some dead baffled Philomel.
E. D. ex Æde Christi
| Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson | |