The Works in Verse and Prose (including hitherto unpublished Mss.) of Sir John Davies: for the first time collected and edited: With memorial-introductions and notes: By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In three volumes |
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TO THE Q:[UEENE.] |
The Works in Verse and Prose | ||
TO THE Q:[UEENE.]
What Musicke shall we make to you?
To whome the strings of all men's harts
Make musicke of ten thousand parts:
In tune and measure true,
With straines and changes new.
To whome the strings of all men's harts
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In tune and measure true,
With straines and changes new.
How shall wee fraime a harmony
Worthie your eares, whose princely hands
Keepe harmony in sundry lands:
Whose people divers be,
In station and degree?
Heauen's tunes may onely please,
and not such aires as theise.
Worthie your eares, whose princely hands
Keepe harmony in sundry lands:
Whose people divers be,
In station and degree?
Heauen's tunes may onely please,
and not such aires as theise.
For you which downe from heauen are sent
Such peace vpon the earth to bring,
Haue h[e]ard ye quire of Angells sing:
and all the sphæres consent,
like a sweete instrument.
Such peace vpon the earth to bring,
Haue h[e]ard ye quire of Angells sing:
and all the sphæres consent,
like a sweete instrument.
How then should theise harsh tunes you heare
Created of ye trubled ayer
breed but distast—when you repaire—
to your celestiall eare?
So that this center here
for you no musicke fynds,
but harmony of mynds.
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breed but distast—when you repaire—
to your celestiall eare?
So that this center here
for you no musicke fynds,
but harmony of mynds.
The Works in Verse and Prose | ||