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Ayres and Dialogues

(To be Sung to the Theorbo-Lute or Base-Violl)

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On Mr. Gamble's Composing of Mr. Stanley's Incomparable ODES.
  
  
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On Mr. Gamble's Composing of Mr. Stanley's Incomparable ODES.

Sure when this Lyre was touch'd, fit Words
Did Dance in Order to the Chords;
And Lines in Harmonie thus strung
Rise sprightly Cap'ring on the Tongue;
We that but read with hoarser Throates,
Do yet disturb them into Notes;
And who Repeats, unwitting Sings,
As Ecchoes rise from Jangled Strings:
So Theban Walls by Batt'ries soone
As Shaken, totter into Tune;
And Instruments that Scrued stand,
Sound, Struck by an unwilling Hand:
So a but peradventure Fall
Awakes the sleeping Harpsychall,
VVhich since the Artist ang'red last
Lay lull'd in its own Musick fast.
Here's no disordring the fair Mind,
Unruly matter up to bind,
Until the too much forced Zones
Snapt, Knit in short Ellisions;
No Crowded words in Huddle meet,
That shuffle on un-even Feet,
And strugling labour in their Pains,
As if the Verse were pac'd in Chains.
The very Syllables as Clear
Pass'd (as their Ayres now) through the Ear;
And He that made the Essence whole,
Cannot distinguish which is Soule,
VVhere one informs the other, They
So mixe in their Unbodyed Play.
Eldred Revet.