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Poems, Songs and Love-Verses

upon several Subjects. By Matthew Coppinger

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Eccho to the Painter, out of Ausonius.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Eccho to the Painter, out of Ausonius.

Alas! fond Painter, why dost strive to grace
An unknown Goddess with a fancy'd Face?
I am the Daughter of the Tongue, and Wind,
An empty Mother, Voice without a Mind.
I dying sounds fetch back with living tone,
And others mock with Words that are my own.
I in thy Ears my Habitation found,
And if thou mean'st to paint me, paint a Sound.