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Song between Andrew and Clement.

Andrew.
Clement , behold you starry Veil
Unfolded on the Face of Night,
Whose glitt'ring Splendors scarcely fail
To rival Day's refulgent Light.
Then, if thy Wit can reach so high,
Th'enchanting Form thou may'st divine,
Where ev'ry Grace strikes ev'ry Eye;
And Beauty's brightest Glories shine.

Clement.
Fair Beauty's brightest Glories shine
In Preciosa's finish'd Face;
In Her the Graces all combine,
And Virtue doubles ev'ry Grace.
Whatever Pen attempts her Praise,
Harmonious flows the ready Rhyme;
The happy Subject tunes the Lays,
Unequall'd, soothing and sublime.

Andrew.
Unequall'd, soothing and sublime,
Is ev'ry Song that sounds her Name;
See how my chearful Numbers climb,
By that inspir'd, and purchase Fame!
With pleasing Rapture and Surprize,
My Verse her Magic Name shall bear
Triumphant thro' the list'ning Skies,
To teach it to the rolling Sphere.

Clement.
To teach it to the rolling Sphere,
Becomes a gladded Lover's Art;
Th'applauding Heav'ns transported hear,
And in the Concert bear a Part.
The mellow Musick of the same,
On Earth re-echo'd, shall controul
All Hearts, rebounding at her Name,
Which charms the Senses, and the Soul.

Andrew.
It charms the Senses, and the Soul,
To hear the Syren's warbling Voice
Carol her Song; her Accents troll
So sweetly, Heaven and Earth rejoyce.
Such, Preciosa, thou art found,
That Beauty is thy lowest Praise;
My dear Delight, serenely crown'd
With Honour, Goodness, ev'ry Grace.

Clement.
With Honour, Goodness, ev'ry Grace,
Thy Mind is furnish'd, Gypsy fair;
Mild Zephyr-Breeze, that cooly plays,
Sweet Freshness of soft Morning Air;
Smart Light'ning-Blaze, by which with Art
Love fires to Flame a Breast of Snow;
Keen Shaft, which wounds the sighing Heart
With Pleasure, from his sportful Bow.