 | Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson |  |
To that Excellent Musitian the AUTHOR.
'Tis well the Musick of the rowling SphæresDoth not arive to prepossesse our eares;
That they may entertaine thy Nobler Layes;
Which might embody'd Angels charme, and raise
Woods into Trances. Let none that at least
Hath not a Siren Templ'd in his breast,
Pollute thy songs, And in whose every note
A Quire of Muses playes about his throat:
That may call out the soule and make it run
In a Triumphant Chariot 'bove the Sun.
Could others but discerne that Golden vaine
Of Art, those Graces that breath in each straine
Of thy composures, then they might know what
(In part) to judge oth' Learned travaile that
Teaches thy notes to command Raptures so:
But by that selfe-concealing art (we know)
Thine eyes are priviledg'd in thy frames to spye
Those silken strings, that fine Embrodery.
| Cheerfull Ayres or Ballads, First composed for one single Voice and since set for three Voices by John Wilson | |