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53. In commendation of Musick.

Where gripyng griefs the hart would wound
& dolful domps the minde oppresse,
There Musick with her siluer soūd,
Is wont with spede to giue redresse.
Of troubled minde for euery sore,
Swete Musick hath a salue therefore.

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In ioye it makes our mirth abound,
In grief it chers our heauy sprights,
The carefull head realease hath found,
By Musicks plesant swete delights.
Our sences, what should I saie more,
Are subiect vnto Musicks lore.
The Godds by Musick hath their praie,
The foule therein doth ioye,
For as the Romaine Poets saie,
In seas whom Pirats would destroye,
A Dolphin saued from death most sharpe,
Arion plaiyng on his harpe.
A heauenly gift, that turnes the minde,
Like as the sterne doth rule the ship,
Musick whom the Gods assignde
To comfort man, whom cares would nip,
Sith thou mā & beast doest moue,
What wise man then wil thee reproue?