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           Musica
           Incantans
           :
           OR
           ,
           The
           POWER
           of
           MUSICK
           .
        
         
           A
           POEM
           .
        
         
           Written
           Originally
           in
           Latin
           by
           Dr.
           SOUTH
           .
        
         
           TRANSLATED
           :
           With
           a
           PREFACE
           concerning
           the
           Natural
           Effects
           of
           MUSICK
           upon
           the
           Mind
           .
        
         
           Semel
           insanivimus
           omnes
           .
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             William
             Turner
          
           ,
           at
           the
           Angel
           at
           
             Lincolns-Inn
             Back
             Gate
          
           ,
           and
           are
           to
           be
           Sold
           by
           
             Iohn
             Nutt
          
           ,
           near
           Stationer's-Hall
           ,
           1700.
           
        
      
       
         
         
         
           THE
           PREFACE
           .
        
         
           THO
           the
           following
           POEM
           was
           at
           first
           Translated
           for
           my
           own
           Diversion
           ,
           and
           has
           lain
           by
           a
           great
           while
           ,
           without
           any
           other
           Design
           ,
           yet
           having
           consented
           to
           the
           Publication
           of
           it
           ,
           I
           thought
           it
           might
           deserve
           the
           Ceremony
           of
           a
           short
           Preface
           to
           Introduce
           it
           .
        
         
           The
           Original
           was
           Writ
           in
           Latin
           many
           Years
           ago
           ,
           and
           having
           been
           always
           esteem'd
           an
           
             Extraordinary
             Poem
          
           .
           This
           Consideration
           ,
           I
           presume
           ,
           may
           be
           a
           sufficient
           Plea
           for
           any
           One
           ,
           whose
           Fancy
           might
           incline
           him
           to
           Translate
           it
           .
        
         
           I
           must
           confess
           ,
           that
           tho'
           the
           Fiction
           is
           very
           well
           Contriv'd
           ,
           and
           contains
           abundance
           of
           Wit
           ,
           yet
           being
           design'd
           in
           
             Praise
             of
             Musick
          
           ,
           it
           may
           be
           thought
           an
           Unhappiness
           ,
           that
           the
           very
           Foundation
           of
           the
           Story
           seems
           tacitly
           to
           oppose
           the
           Reputation
           of
           that
           
             Noble
             Art
          
           :
           For
           here
           Musick
           is
           represented
           as
           of
           dangerous
           Consequence
           ,
           in
           occasioning
           the
           Distraction
           and
           Death
           of
           a
           Young
           Man
           ;
           whereas
           it
           may
           be
           objected
           that
           this
           Art
           seems
           rather
           Adapted
           and
           design'd
           ,
           for
           quite
           
             contrary
             Effects
             ,
             viz.
          
           not
           only
           for
           Recreating
           and
           Refreshing
           the
           Spirits
           ,
           when
           depress'd
           and
           languishing
           ,
           but
           also
           by
           a
           
           Charming
           Efficacy
           composing
           and
           restraining
           them
           from
           all
           
             Extravagant
             Excursions
          
           ,
           and
           by
           this
           means
           ,
           according
           to
           the
           Opinion
           (
           if
           not
           Experience
           )
           of
           the
           Antients
           ,
           by
           degrees
           effecting
           a
           
             Serious
             Conformation
          
           of
           the
           Mind
           to
           the
           
             right
             Notion
          
           of
           Things
           ,
           and
           consequently
           an
           Aptitude
           and
           Inclination
           to
           the
           Practice
           of
           
             Moral
             Vertues
          
           .
           All
           this
           must
           certainly
           be
           granted
           ,
           and
           yet
           that
           Musick
           might
           by
           chance
           have
           as
           ill
           Effect
           as
           is
           described
           in
           the
           following
           Poem
           ,
           may
           be
           no
           ●reat
           Derogation
           from
           the
           Excellence
           of
           the
           A●t
           ;
           but
           only
           represents
           to
           us
           ,
           that
           like
           a
           
             Good
             Medicine
          
           ,
           tho'
           it
           is
           of
           
             great
             efficacy
          
           ,
           yet
           still
           it
           may
           be
           injudiciously
           apply'd
           .
        
         
           That
           different
           Sorts
           of
           Musick
           may
           be
           contriv'd
           so
           as
           to
           have
           
             contrary
             Effects
          
           ,
           our
           own
           Experience
           may
           convince
           us
           ;
           for
           as
           the
           
             Grave
             Air
          
           does
           by
           a
           powerful
           Sympathy
           depress
           us
           to
           Sadness
           ,
           so
           Quicker
           and
           more
           
             Sprightly
             Strains
          
           ,
           with
           a
           proper
           Rythmus
           do
           equally
           excite
           the
           Spirits
           to
           a
           chearful
           and
           
             delightful
             Temper
          
           .
           And
           in
           like
           manner
           
             Antient
             Philosophers
          
           ,
           particularly
           the
           Platonists
           and
           Pythagoreans
           inform
           us
           ,
           that
           it
           was
           in
           the
           Power
           of
           the
           Musick
           ,
           us'd
           in
           their
           Time
           ,
           to
           incline
           the
           Mind
           either
           to
           Vertue
           or
           Vice.
           And
           thus
           tho'
           They
           greatly
           esteemed
           ,
           and
           recommended
           this
           Art
           in
           General
           ,
           yet
           still
           it
           was
           with
           this
           Caution
           ,
           that
           some
           sorts
           of
           Airs
           were
           dangerous
           to
           Morality
           .
           And
           thus
           also
           we
           meet
           with
           some
           Instances
           recorded
           by
           
             Antient
             Authors
          
           ,
           that
           this
           Art
           has
           been
           so
           managed
           ,
           as
           both
           to
           Cause
           and
           
             Cure
             Madness
          
           .
        
         
           The
           Story
           of
           Alexander
           and
           Timotheus
           is
           commonly
           known
           .
           Jamblicus
           in
           his
           Life
           of
           
             Pythagoras
             ,
             Chap.
          
           XXV
           .
           and
           
             Boethius
             ,
             in
             Presat
             .
             Mus.
             both
          
           speak
           of
           a
           Young
           Man
           ,
           who
           by
           the
           
             Phrygian
             Kind
          
           of
           Musick
           became
           Distracted
           ,
           and
           afterwards
           by
           
             Doric
             Measures
          
           
           was
           reduc'd
           again
           to
           his
           
             Right
             Senses
          
           .
           And
           Galen
           from
           the
           Testimony
           of
           Posidonius
           writes
           to
           the
           same
           Effect
           ,
           that
           Damon
           of
           Miletus
           happening
           to
           come
           where
           a
           Musician
           by
           
             Phrygian
             Airs
          
           had
           Incens'd
           his
           Hearers
           to
           Madness
           ,
           directing
           the
           Artist
           to
           
             change
             his
             Hand
          
           and
           play
           a
           
             grave
             Doric
             Strain
          
           ,
           they
           were
           thereby
           charm'd
           into
           a
           Tranquillity
           and
           Composedness
           of
           Mind
           .
        
         
           
             Saxo
             Grammaticus
          
           ,
           an
           
             Ancient
             Historian
             ,
             Lib.
             XII
             .
             Historiae
             Danicae
             .
          
           tells
           us
           of
           a
           certain
           Danish
           King
           ,
           who
           by
           the
           Power
           of
           Musick
           became
           Distracted
           .
           The
           Story
           may
           seem
           more
           remarkable
           if
           we
           consider
           the
           Particulars
           ,
           as
           they
           are
           there
           related
           ,
           which
           are
           to
           this
           Effect
           .
        
         
           It
           happen'd
           ,
           that
           among
           several
           Musicians
           that
           attended
           the
           King
           at
           Supper
           ,
           there
           was
           One
           most
           
             Eminent
             Artist
          
           ,
           who
           ,
           upon
           a
           Dispute
           about
           the
           Force
           of
           Musick
           ,
           being
           ask'd
           whether
           it
           was
           in
           the
           Power
           of
           his
           Art
           to
           Provoke
           a
           Man
           to
           Rage
           and
           Fury
           ,
           affirm'd
           it
           possible
           ,
           and
           being
           afterwards
           question'd
           ,
           whether
           he
           knew
           the
           Way
           or
           Method
           of
           such
           a
           Performance
           ,
           confess'd
           he
           did
           :
           Whereupon
           the
           King
           ,
           being
           curious
           to
           Try
           the
           Experiment
           ,
           desired
           ,
           and
           at
           last
           by
           Threats
           compell'd
           Him
           to
           use
           his
           utmost
           Endeavours
           to
           perform
           what
           he
           pretended
           to
           .
           The
           Musician
           perceiving
           no
           way
           of
           Declining
           the
           Undertaking
           ,
           order'd
           that
           all
           Arms
           and
           
             dangerous
             Instruments
          
           should
           be
           remov'd
           out
           of
           the
           Room
           ,
           and
           that
           several
           Persons
           ,
           placed
           out
           of
           the
           Sound
           of
           his
           Musick
           ,
           as
           soon
           as
           they
           heard
           any
           extraordinary
           Noise
           ,
           should
           break
           open
           the
           Doors
           ,
           to
           prevent
           what
           Mischief
           might
           happen
           .
           And
           this
           being
           accordingly
           done
           ,
           he
           began
           so
           Grave
           a
           Strain
           ,
           that
           it
           presently
           fill'd
           the
           Hearers
           with
           Sadness
           ,
           and
           lull'd
           their
           Spirits
           into
           a
           
             deep
             Supefaction
          
           :
           After
           he
           had
           thus
           play'd
           a
           convenient
           Time
           ,
           by
           a
           Brisker
           
           and
           more
           Sprightly
           sort
           of
           Musick
           ;
           he
           rais'd
           them
           from
           their
           .
           Dullness
           to
           a
           
             chearful
             Temper
          
           ,
           so
           that
           being
           cured
           of
           their
           Melancholy
           they
           were
           now
           Dancing
           for
           Joy
           :
           At
           last
           running
           over
           a
           
             confus'd
             Division
          
           with
           a
           most
           
             Violent
             quickness
          
           ,
           he
           made
           them
           so
           Impatient
           ,
           that
           they
           fill'd
           the
           House
           with
           Clamours
           ;
           such
           an
           absolute
           Power
           had
           the
           
             Variety
             of
             Sounds
          
           over
           the
           Affections
           of
           their
           Mind
           .
           When
           those
           therefore
           that
           were
           without
           ,
           understood
           that
           the
           King
           ,
           and
           they
           that
           were
           with
           him
           ,
           were
           grown
           Furious
           ;
           they
           broke
           open
           the
           Doors
           ,
           and
           took
           hold
           of
           the
           King
           ,
           to
           secure
           him
           from
           doing
           himself
           a
           Mischief
           .
           But
           He
           ,
           being
           incens'd
           and
           strengthen'd
           with
           Passion
           ,
           threw
           himself
           out
           of
           their
           Arms
           ,
           and
           having
           got
           a
           Sword
           ,
           presently
           Killed
           Four
           of
           his
           Guards
           ,
           that
           were
           next
           him
           ,
           and
           by
           a
           greater
           Number
           of
           Them
           ,
           not
           without
           their
           great
           Danger
           ,
           was
           at
           last
           over-power'd
           .
        
         
           This
           
             strange
             Relation
          
           our
           Historian
           confirms
           by
           this
           memorable
           Instance
           ,
           that
           it
           occasion'd
           a
           Revolution
           in
           the
           Goverment
           .
           For
           the
           King
           ,
           when
           reduced
           to
           his
           Senses
           ,
           being
           very
           Sorry
           for
           the
           Ill
           he
           had
           done
           ;
           for
           the
           Expiation
           of
           his
           Crime
           ,
           enjoyn'd
           Himself
           a
           
             Religious
             Pilgrimage
          
           ,
           designing
           to
           visit
           the
           Holy-Land
           :
           And
           accordingly
           having
           Committed
           the
           Administration
           of
           the
           Goverment
           to
           his
           Son
           Haraldus
           ;
           in
           his
           Travels
           he
           dy'd
           ,
           and
           was
           Bury'd
           in
           the
           Island
           of
           Cyprus
           .
        
         
           I
           must
           leave
           the
           Reader
           to
           his
           own
           Liberty
           ,
           whether
           he
           will
           believe
           this
           to
           be
           
             matter
             of
             Fact
          
           ,
           or
           no
           ;
           I
           shall
           not
           Vouch
           for
           the
           Historian
           .
           Tho'
           I
           might
           Expostulate
           in
           his
           behalf
           ,
           what
           Interest
           he
           could
           have
           to
           mention
           such
           an
           Vntruth
           ,
           and
           to
           confirm
           it
           by
           such
           Remarkable
           Circumstances
           .
        
         
           But
           ,
           what
           is
           most
           to
           our
           present
           Purpose
           ,
           I
           shall
           offer
           some
           Reasons
           for
           supposing
           that
           the
           Musick
           of
           the
           
           
             Antients
             might
             possibly
             be
             so
             managed
             as
             to
             cause
             Madness
             .
          
        
         
           And
           first
           of
           all
           ,
           it
           is
           not
           to
           be
           imagin'd
           how
           
             great
             Command
          
           of
           this
           Art
           they
           might
           have
           arriv'd
           to
           ,
           by
           
             long
             Practice
          
           ,
           and
           those
           Improvements
           which
           so
           many
           
             Learned
             Men
          
           ,
           for
           
             several
             Ages
          
           ,
           must
           successively
           have
           added
           ;
           especially
           considering
           the
           vast
           Scope
           of
           the
           
             Antient
             Musick
          
           ,
           when
           compar'd
           to
           the
           Modern
           .
           'T
           is
           probable
           ,
           that
           the
           
             Art
             of
             Composing
             in
             Parts
          
           ,
           may
           now
           be
           better
           Understood
           and
           Practic'd
           ,
           than
           it
           was
           in
           their
           Time
           :
           But
           it
           must
           be
           supposed
           that
           while
           they
           neglected
           this
           Part
           of
           Musick
           ;
           they
           might
           improve
           their
           Art
           to
           a
           greater
           Influence
           over
           the
           Fancy
           by
           a
           long
           Study
           and
           Practice
           in
           the
           
             several
             Kinds
          
           of
           Musick
           :
           And
           this
           will
           appear
           more
           Probable
           ,
           if
           we
           consider
           that
           the
           Chromatic
           and
           
             Enharmonic
             Kinds
          
           ,
           (
           which
           are
           not
           much
           us'd
           by
           
             Modern
             Musicians
          
           ,
           )
           seem
           to
           be
           adapted
           to
           affect
           the
           Imagination
           with
           greater
           Force
           and
           Efficacy
           ,
           than
           the
           
             Diatonic
             Genus
          
           ,
           which
           is
           now
           chiefly
           practic'd
           .
        
         
           And
           Dr.
           Holder
           ,
           in
           his
           
             Treatise
             concerning
             the
             Natural
             Grounds
             and
             Principles
             of
             Harmony
             ,
          
           confirms
           the
           same
           Opinion
           in
           these
           Words
           .
        
         
           This
           way
           of
           theirs
           ,
           seems
           to
           be
           more
           proper
           (
           by
           the
           Elaborate
           Curiosity
           ,
           and
           Nicety
           of
           Contrivance
           of
           Degrees
           ,
           and
           by
           Measures
           ,
           rather
           than
           by
           Harmonious
           Consonancy
           ;
           and
           by
           long
           study'd
           Performance
           )
           to
           make
           great
           Impressions
           upon
           the
           Fancy
           ,
           and
           
             Operate
             accordingly
             ,
             as
             some
          
           Histories
           relate
           :
           Ours
           more
           sedately
           affects
           the
           Understanding
           and
           Judgment
           from
           the
           Judicious
           contrivance
           and
           happy
           Composition
           of
           Melodius
           Consort
           .
           The
           One
           quietly
           but
           powerfully
           affects
           the
           Intellect
           ,
           by
           true
           Harmony
           :
           The
           Other
           
           chiefly
           by
           the
           Rythmus
           ,
           violently
           attacks
           and
           hurries
           the
           Imagination
           .
        
         
           Having
           thus
           considered
           the
           
             Art
             of
             Musick
          
           in
           General
           ;
           if
           we
           inquire
           into
           the
           Nature
           and
           Properties
           of
           Sounds
           ,
           we
           may
           with
           greater
           Certainty
           guess
           their
           Effects
           .
        
         
           That
           they
           Cure
           the
           Sting
           of
           the
           Tarantula
           ,
           is
           a
           Truth
           so
           generally
           receiv'd
           ,
           and
           confirm'd
           ,
           by
           several
           Persons
           ,
           that
           have
           been
           Eye-Witnesses
           of
           it
           in
           some
           parts
           of
           Italy
           ,
           That
           it
           may
           be
           no
           unworthy
           Employment
           of
           our
           Thoughts
           ,
           to
           enquire
           into
           the
           manner
           of
           this
           their
           Operation
           ,
           And
           in
           the
           first
           place
           we
           may
           reasonably
           suppose
           ,
           that
           this
           Malady
           does
           partly
           proceed
           from
           a
           
             great
             Effervescence
          
           of
           the
           
             Animal
             Spirits
          
           of
           the
           Insect
           ,
           actuated
           by
           a
           
             Violent
             Intention
          
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           in
           
             Mad
             Dogs
          
           ,
           and
           Communicated
           by
           the
           Sting
           to
           the
           
             Patient
             .
             Secondly
          
           ,
           by
           the
           Effects
           we
           may
           perceive
           ,
           that
           the
           Poyson
           receiv'd
           chiefly
           affects
           the
           Spirits
           ,
           the
           Symptom
           discover'd
           being
           only
           a
           Frenzy
           .
           And
           lastly
           ,
           considering
           the
           Quantity
           of
           the
           
             Poysonous
             Matter
          
           compar'd
           to
           that
           of
           the
           whole
           Mass
           of
           Blood
           ,
           we
           may
           conclude
           that
           It
           is
           neither
           proportion'd
           nor
           qualified
           to
           Disorder
           ,
           any
           thing
           but
           the
           
             Animal
             Spirits
          
           ,
           and
           that
           this
           Disorder
           ,
           as
           in
           all
           other
           Fermentations
           ,
           chiefly
           consists
           in
           a
           
             too
             Violent
          
           and
           
             Preternatural
             Motion
          
           .
           Now
           if
           Musick
           Cures
           this
           Distemper
           by
           Actuating
           the
           Spirits
           so
           as
           to
           oppose
           the
           Incursion
           of
           the
           Poyson
           ,
           It
           may
           be
           ,
           as
           it
           is
           in
           Women
           ,
           in
           a
           
             longing
             Condition
          
           ,
           when
           the
           Imagination
           directs
           the
           
             Animal
             Spirits
          
           to
           collect
           and
           compose
           out
           of
           the
           Blood
           of
           the
           Parent
           such
           Particles
           as
           come
           nearest
           to
           the
           Thing
           long'd
           for
           ,
           in
           outward
           appearance
           ;
           the
           Imagination
           always
           acting
           according
           to
           the
           Sense
           that
           informs
           it
           ;
           these
           Particles
           being
           thus
           muster'd
           up
           to
           supply
           the
           Foetus
           with
           what
           
           Nature
           seems
           to
           Want
           ;
           they
           are
           fix'd
           by
           the
           Spirits
           and
           Mark
           the
           
             same
             Part
          
           of
           the
           
             Child's
             Body
          
           ,
           as
           the
           Mother
           chances
           first
           to
           think
           of
           ,
           or
           touch
           of
           her
           own
           ,
           this
           Accident
           determining
           and
           directing
           the
           Operation
           of
           the
           Spirits
           ,
           by
           the
           resemblance
           of
           the
           Parts
           to
           the
           Imagination
           .
           And
           thus
           possibly
           
             Musical
             Sounds
          
           may
           strengthen
           and
           empower
           the
           Imagination
           to
           employ
           the
           Spirits
           so
           as
           to
           gather
           out
           of
           the
           Blood
           such
           Principles
           as
           may
           resist
           and
           oppose
           the
           Contagion
           .
        
         
           But
           since
           we
           suppos'd
           that
           the
           Sting
           of
           the
           Tarantula
           only
           causes
           an
           
             extraordinary
             commotion
          
           of
           the
           
             Animal
             Spirits
          
           ,
           it
           seems
           
             most
             probable
          
           that
           Musick
           by
           such
           an
           Influence
           as
           that
           whereby
           it
           inclines
           us
           to
           Sadness
           ,
           may
           be
           adapted
           to
           allay
           or
           restrain
           that
           
             unnatural
             Effervescence
          
           ,
           till
           Nature
           has
           disperst
           or
           wrought
           off
           the
           
             Fermentative
             Matter
          
           ;
           and
           thus
           it
           seems
           
             most
             reasonable
          
           to
           believe
           ,
           that
           the
           Cure
           of
           the
           Bite
           of
           the
           Tarantula
           is
           effected
           .
        
         
           Now
           from
           this
           Consideration
           of
           
             Musical
             Sounds
          
           ,
           we
           may
           infer
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           be
           also
           capable
           of
           
             producing
             contrary
             Effects
          
           :
           For
           if
           They
           can
           thus
           allay
           and
           moderate
           the
           Motion
           of
           the
           Spirits
           when
           in
           a
           
             high
             Frenzy
          
           ,
           't
           is
           
             equally
             probable
          
           that
           by
           
             contrary
             measures
          
           they
           may
           excite
           Them
           to
           as
           great
           a
           Distraction
           .
           Nay
           ,
           the
           Musick
           of
           the
           Antients
           ,
           as
           we
           have
           before
           represented
           it
           ,
           seems
           more
           adapted
           to
           Cause
           than
           to
           Cure
           Madness
           ,
           not
           only
           upon
           the
           Account
           of
           its
           Variety
           ,
           but
           even
           from
           our
           
             own
             Observation
          
           that
           the
           
             sprightly
             Air
          
           more
           powerfully
           elevates
           the
           Spirits
           ,
           than
           the
           
             Grave
             Composition
             depresses
          
           and
           restrains
           Their
           Motion
           .
        
         
           And
           it
           may
           appear
           an
           
             unreasonable
             Suspicion
          
           to
           distrust
           the
           
             Concurring
             Testimony
          
           of
           
             Antient
             Authors
          
           concerning
           the
           Wonderful
           Operation
           of
           Musick
           upon
           the
           
           Mind
           ,
           if
           we
           reflect
           upon
           the
           Exquisiteness
           of
           the
           Sense
           ,
           which
           it
           affects
           .
           For
           the
           Objects
           of
           the
           
             Visive
             Faculty
          
           are
           so
           Imaginary
           and
           Intellectual
           ,
           that
           they
           produce
           in
           us
           rather
           a
           Perception
           than
           a
           Sensation
           ;
           and
           on
           the
           other
           Hand
           ,
           the
           
             Inferiour
             Senses
          
           are
           Gross
           and
           Material
           ;
           whereas
           
             Harmonious
             Sounds
          
           Act
           with
           greater
           and
           
             Nobler
             Force
          
           upon
           the
           Ear
           ;
           for
           Insinuating
           themselves
           into
           the
           Affections
           ,
           
             by
          
           co-operating
           with
           the
           Motions
           of
           the
           
             Animal
             Spirits
          
           ,
           they
           gain
           a
           great
           Influence
           both
           over
           Soul
           and
           Body
           .
        
         
           Thus
           we
           have
           taken
           a
           short
           and
           
             Transient
             View
          
           of
           the
           
             Natural
             Effects
             of
             Musick
             upon
             the
             Mind
             ,
          
           as
           far
           as
           might
           be
           pertinent
           to
           our
           present
           Purpose
           ,
           as
           well
           for
           the
           Curiosity
           of
           the
           Subject
           ,
           as
           to
           advance
           the
           following
           Poem
           ,
           by
           making
           the
           Fiction
           appear
           more
           Probable
           .
        
      
       
         
           ERRATA
           .
        
         
           PRef
           .
           p.
           3.
           l.
           23.
           read
           
             Stupefaction
             .
             Po.
          
           p.
           2.
           l.
           12.
           r.
           Loves
           .
           l.
           19.
           r.
           
             Night
             the
             Day
          
           .
           p.
           7.
           l.
           9.
           r.
           
             his
             Eyes
          
           .
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           Musica
           Incantans
           :
           OR
           ,
           The
           POWER
           of
           MUSICK
           .
        
         
           
             The
             ARGUMENT
             .
          
           
             A
             Young
             Man
             having
             ,
             at
             his
             own
             Request
             ,
             heard
             a
             Performance
             in
             MUSICK
             ,
             growing
             thereby
             Distracted
             ,
             drowns
             himself
             in
             the
             Sea
             :
             The
             Musician
             thereupon
             Apprehended
             ,
             and
             Accused
             of
             Homicide
             ,
             undertakes
             to
             Plead
             ,
             Defends
             himself
             ,
             and
             is
             Acquitted
             .
          
        
         
           
             NO
             Royal
             Fight
             ,
             No
             Hero's
             conquering
             Arms
             ,
          
           
             But
             nobler
             Vict'ries
             by
             Harmonious
             Charms
          
           
             We
             Sing
             :
             Th
             〈…〉
             od
             ,
             that
             animates
             the
             Lyre
          
           
             Will
             our
             bold
             Song
             ,
             in
             its
             just
             Praise
             ,
             inspire
             .
          
           
             But
             what
             nice
             Hand
             can
             Sounds
             pretend
             to
             paint
             ,
          
           
             And
             to
             our
             Eyes
             soft
             Ecchos
             represent
             .
          
           
           
             On
             some
             great
             Themes
             did
             Antient
             Poets
             wish
          
           
             An
             Hundred
             Voices
             to
             inform
             ;
             on
             This
          
           
             As
             many
             Ears
             and
             Tongues
             we
             want
             ,
             t'
             express
          
           
             A
             Song
             ,
             like
             Musick
             ,
             justly
             various
             .
          
        
         
           
             A
             Lyrist
             in
             Arcadia
             liv'd
             ,
             so
             skill'd
             ,
          
           
             His
             Fame
             and
             Musick
             all
             the
             Country
             
               fill'd
            
             ;
          
           
             Him
             some
             great
             Neighbours
             Nuptial
             Feast
             invites
             ,
          
           
             With
             other
             Youth
             ,
             to
             celebrate
             the
             Rites
             ,
          
           
             The
             mirthful
             Entertainments
             to
             pertake
             ,
          
           
             And
             the
             Reward
             of
             Those
             his
             Art
             could
             make
             :
          
           
             Such
             was
             their
             Custom
             :
             Thus
             the
             
               Nuptial
               Ioys
            
          
           
             The
             Muse
             ,
             tho
             still
             a
             Virgin
             ,
             love
             to
             Solemnize
             :
          
           
             And
             should
             she
             not
             assist
             ▪
             the
             Festival
          
           
             Of
             Love
             and
             Wine
             would
             soon
             grow
             Dull
             and
             pall
             .
          
           
             And
             who
             but
             Lyrists
             should
             those
             Rites
             attend
             .
          
           
             Whose
             Art
             o're
             Birds
             and
             Beasts
             has
             such
             Command
             ,
          
           
             That
             they
             the
             Treat
             not
             only
             can
             advance
             ,
          
           
             But
             the
             whole
             Feast
             supply
             by
             their
             Attractive
             
               Strains
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Nuptials
             done
             ,
             when
             Night
             〈◊〉
             Day
             invades
             ,
          
           
             Returning
             homeward
             ore
             the
             Verdant
             Meads
             ;
          
           
             (
             Like
             Orpheus
             Walking
             in
             th'
             
               Elysian
               Shades
            
             ,
             )
          
           
           
             He
             sees
             a
             Youth
             ,
             who
             in
             a
             Neighbouring
             Field
             ,
          
           
             Lookt
             ,
             as
             the
             Evening
             was
             ,
             sedate
             and
             mild
             :
          
           
             Walking
             towards
             him
             ,
             ignorant
             of
             his
             Fate
             :
          
           
             (
             Thus
             who
             does
             not
             Misfortunes
             sometimes
             meet
             )
          
           
             Much
             pleas'd
             to
             See
             him
             ,
             whose
             Harmonious
             Art
          
           
             Could
             to
             his
             Ears
             such
             soft
             Delights
             impart
             :
          
           
             Unconscious
             ,
             that
             this
             Orpheus
             with
             his
             Lyre
             ,
          
           
             Could
             Life
             destroy
             ,
             as
             well
             as
             Life
             Inspire
             .
          
        
         
           
             They
             meet
             ;
             and
             after
             Salutation
             past
             ,
          
           
             The
             Youth
             his
             love
             of
             Musick
             strait
             exprest
             ,
          
           
             To
             hear
             its
             Charms
             employs
             his
             Eloquence
             ;
          
           
             And
             from
             the
             Lyrist
             for
             Rewards
             obtains
          
           
             His
             future
             Damage
             in
             the
             
               Fatal
               Strains
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Artist
             takes
             his
             Lyre
             ,
             and
             strait
             begins
          
           
             With
             broken
             Strokes
             ,
             to
             Tune
             the
             trembling
             Strings
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             All
             he
             does
             with
             their
             just
             Sound
             supply
          
           
             He
             tries
             ,
             and
             knows
             when
             sweetly
             they
             agree
             ,
          
           
             Tho'
             diff'rent
             each
             ,
             in
             universal
             Harmony
             .
          
           
             Then
             with
             a
             careless
             Touch
             ,
             his
             Fingers
             fly
          
           
             O're
             the
             just
             Order
             of
             some
             tuneful
             Key
             ,
          
           
             And
             unawares
             he
             joins
             his
             Chanting
             Voice
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             unthinkingly
             his
             Art
             betrays
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Thus
             he
             at
             once
             explores
             his
             Lyre
             ,
             and
             shows
          
           
             That
             from
             most
             skilful
             Hands
             th'
             Harmonious
             Prelude
             flows
             ▪
          
           
             And
             while
             the
             Strings
             ,
             and
             his
             own
             Nerves
             he
             strains
             ,
          
           
             Both
             for
             the
             future
             Song
             become
             intense
             .
          
           
             By
             Artful
             Methods
             thus
             his
             Art
             he
             trys
             ;
          
           
             Then
             boldly
             strikes
             ,
             and
             equally
             his
             Voice
          
           
             Does
             ,
             like
             the
             mounting
             Lark
             ,
             with
             Singing
             rise
             .
          
           
             No
             sooner
             thus
             the
             Strings
             began
             to
             move
             ,
          
           
             But
             the
             Youth's
             trembling
             Heart
             within
             him
             strove
             ,
          
           
             With
             tunelike
             Pulses
             to
             compose
             a
             Dance
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             its
             Fibres
             felt
             th'
             affecting
             Strains
             .
          
           
             Such
             Pow'r
             has
             MVSICK
             ,
             that
             with
             slender
             
               Threads
               ▪
            
          
           
             It
             thus
             the
             noblest
             Minds
             ,
             as
             Captive
             ▪
             leads
             .
          
           
             O're
             the
             Charm'd
             Youth
             the
             Lyrist
             thus
             begins
          
           
             At
             once
             his
             Conquest
             ,
             and
             the
             Triumph
             Sings
             .
          
           
             The
             speaking
             Strings
             confess
             the
             powerful
             Hand
          
           
             That
             ,
             making
             those
             soft
             Melodies
             ascend
             ,
          
           
             Did
             even
             the
             Tongue
             it self
             in
             
               Vocal
               Skill
            
             transcend
             .
          
        
         
           
             Such
             Harmonies
             the
             Youth
             not
             only
             heard
             ,
          
           
             But
             they
             are
             to
             each
             alter'd
             Limb
             transfer'd
             :
          
           
             He
             Blushes
             ,
             then
             turns
             pale
             again
             ,
             and
             thus
          
           
             His
             Colour
             ,
             as
             the
             Sound
             ,
             grows
             various
             :
          
           
           
             His
             Feet
             would
             in
             Harmonious
             Measures
             move
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             they
             more
             th'
             
               attentive
               Station
            
             love
             :
          
           
             His
             sparkling
             Blood
             within
             his
             glowing
             Vei●s
          
           
             Strives
             to
             ferment
             into
             a
             Circ'lar
             Dance
             :
          
           
             And
             tho'
             the
             Limbs
             cannot
             the
             Musick
             hear
             ,
          
           
             Their
             Parts
             of
             Passion
             all
             in
             Consort
             bear
             :
          
           
             Such
             universal
             Transports
             he
             receiv'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             if
             
               new
               Life
            
             he
             from
             that
             Harmony
             deriv'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             Thus
             ,
             wondring
             at
             the
             strange
             and
             powerful
             Skill
             ▪
          
           
             With
             trembling
             ,
             like
             the
             Strings
             ,
             he
             seems
             to
             feel
          
           
             Each
             Stroke
             the
             Artist
             plays
             ;
             and
             every
             Sound
             ,
          
           
             As
             by
             some
             Magick
             ,
             seems
             t'
             inflict
             a
             Wound
             :
          
           
             And
             yet
             so
             pleasant
             all
             appear
             ,
             that
             still
          
           
             His
             sooth'd
             tho'
             suff'ring
             Mind
             ,
             at
             once
             they
             wound
             and
             heal
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Song
             was
             various
             ,
             which
             ,
             if
             told
             ,
             might
             please
             :
          
           
             In
             gentle
             Warblings
             first
             the
             Strings
             express
          
           
             The
             sad
             Affecting
             Fate
             of
             Philomel
             ,
          
           
             More
             mournful
             than
             her
             Needle
             could
             reveal
             .
          
           
             Then
             of
             the
             Gods
             the
             Rapes
             he
             sung
             ,
             and
             Ioves
          
           
             Innumerable
             and
             lascivious
             Loves
             :
          
           
             But
             still
             unmov'd
             ,
             the
             Youth
             's
             Harmonious
             Breast
          
           
             No
             Love
             ,
             but
             that
             of
             the
             soft
             Lyre
             ,
             possest
             :
          
           
           
             He
             feels
             its
             
               charming
               Violence
            
             within
             ,
          
           
             And
             thinks
             no
             other
             Rape
             can
             be
             Divine
             :
          
           
             With
             th'
             Artist's
             Hand
             ,
             his
             Heart
             in
             Consort
             Beats
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             a
             
               timely
               Pulse
            
             each
             Stroke
             repeats
             .
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Eyrist
             does
             
               his
               Passion
            
             raise
             ,
          
           
             And
             thro'
             his
             Listning
             Ears
             his
             Soul
             decoys
             :
          
           
             But
             when
             th'
             Effects
             ,
             his
             Art
             produc'd
             ,
             he
             spy'd
             ,
          
           
             He
             rais'd
             his
             Voice
             ,
             and
             bolder
             strains
             essay'd
             ,
          
           
             Uniting
             
             Nature's
             Powers
             with
             those
             his
             Art
             supply'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             O're
             various
             Notes
             the
             Lyre
             and
             Lyrist
             run
             ,
          
           
             While
             in
             soft
             Groans
             the
             Youth
             strikes
             only
             One
             :
          
           
             And
             when
             such
             Harmonies
             in
             Consort
             joyn
             ,
          
           
             To
             bear
             the
             powerful
             Sounds
             he
             strives
             invain
             :
          
           
             While
             
               Vocal
               Skill
            
             conspires
             with
             
               Artful
               strains
            
             ,
          
           
             A
             quick
             Distraction
             o're
             his
             Senses
             gains
             :
          
           
             And
             with
             such
             Force
             the
             Artist
             rais'd
             his
             Breath
             ,
          
           
             That
             with
             
               soft
               Air
            
             it
             Wounds
             ,
             and
             Speaks
             resistless
             Death
             :
          
           
             As
             if
             within
             his
             Mouth
             there
             did
             ferment
          
           
             
               Contagious
               Fury
            
             ,
             such
             as
             Dogs
             in
             Madness
             vent
             ,
          
           
             And
             with
             such
             
               Artful
               Rage
            
             the
             Notes
             invade
             ,
          
           
             Th'
             Attentive
             Youth
             grows
             
               Emulously
               Mad
            
             ;
          
           
             While
             to
             his
             Brain
             his
             vanquish'd
             Sense
             transfers
          
           
             Sounds
             that
             too
             much
             oppress
             his
             ravisht
             Ears
             :
          
           
           
             And
             such
             
               strong
               Charms
            
             attend
             the
             Powerful
             Lays
             ,
          
           
             As
             mov'd
             the
             Brain
             out
             of
             its
             
               proper
               place
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             Now
             Madness
             in
             odd
             Freaks
             begins
             to
             play
             ;
          
           
             His
             Blushes
             ,
             swimming
             Eyes
             ,
             and
             Looks
             betray
          
           
             Confusion
             in
             his
             Mind
             :
             his
             Senses
             quit
             ,
          
           
             In
             a
             disorder'd
             Flight
             ,
             their
             tott'ring
             seat
             .
          
           
             Sometimes
             he
             shakes
             his
             Head
             ,
             as
             if
             his
             Brain
          
           
             Th'
             Ideas
             of
             those
             lasting
             Sounds
             within
          
           
             Labour'd
             to
             
               Eccho
               out
            
             —
             sometimes
             Eyes
          
           
             To
             Heaven
             he
             lifts
             ,
             and
             ,
             in
             wild
             Blasphemies
             ,
          
           
             Those
             lofty
             Regions
             rashly
             he
             forswears
             ,
          
           
             Where
             MUSICK
             reigns
             in
             vast
             revolving
             Spheres
             .
          
           
             Thus
             he
             in
             Passion
             —
             starting
             then
             in
             haste
          
           
             With
             furious
             Rage
             towards
             the
             Sea
             he
             past
             ,
          
           
             While
             all
             its
             Labours
             strive
             within
             his
             Breast
             :
          
           
             Like
             Stormy
             Waves
             ,
             his
             Thoughts
             tumultuous
             rise
             ,
          
           
             His
             Face
             with
             Foam
             grows
             White
             as
             raging
             Seas
             :
          
           
             To
             the
             vast
             Main
             at
             length
             approaching
             near
             ,
          
           
             Which
             happen'd
             then
             in
             Ebbing
             to
             retire
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             ,
             in
             its
             usual
             Course
             did
             Trembling
             seem
             ,
          
           
             As
             Careful
             to
             decline
             the
             future
             Crime
             .
          
           
             Here
             stopping
             ,
             in
             his
             looks
             his
             Madness
             lowrs
             ,
          
           
             (
             As
             Ajax
             frown'd
             on
             the
             
               Sigean
               Shoars
            
             )
          
           
           
             And
             since
             the
             Sounds
             invain
             he
             would
             forget
             ,
          
           
             Invain
             to
             
               Lethe's
               dormant
               Pool
            
             commit
             ,
          
           
             He
             in
             the
             spacious
             Main
             resolves
             to
             try
          
           
             The
             pertinacious
             Notes
             to
             wash
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             hopes
             eternal
             Peace
             amongst
             the
             Silent
             Fry.
             
          
        
         
           
             He
             views
             the
             Waves
             ,
             and
             to
             the
             troubled
             Seas
          
           
             Compares
             his
             Mind
             —
             Now
             for
             strange
             Voyages
          
           
             He
             'd
             fain
             Embark
             ,
             and
             give
             the
             Wind
             his
             Cares
             ,
          
           
             Nor
             any
             Danger
             of
             the
             Deep
             he
             fears
             ,
          
           
             Secure
             from
             Harmony
             —
             Now
             his
             Disease
          
           
             Ferments
             so
             high
             ,
             he
             knows
             not
             where
             he
             is
             :
          
           
             In
             Frenzy's
             Whirlpool
             hurry'd
             round
             he
             seems
             ,
          
           
             And
             his
             Head
             swims
             at
             sight
             of
             distant
             Streams
             —
          
           
             Now
             Death
             he
             fears
             —
             now
             wishes
             for
             ;
             and
             thus
          
           
             Like
             Waves
             ,
             his
             doubtful
             Mind
             still
             ebbs
             and
             flows
             —
          
           
             At
             length
             he
             on
             a
             sudden
             leaps
             away
             ,
          
           
             And
             plung'd
             himself
             in
             the
             less
             raving
             Sea
             :
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Waves
             now
             swell
             with
             
               double
               Rage
            
             ,
          
           
             While
             adverse
             Floods
             the
             striving
             Youth
             engage
             ;
          
           
             Who
             ,
             tho'
             he
             tempted
             his
             
               untimely
               Death
            
             ,
          
           
             Now
             struggles
             to
             preserve
             his
             fleeting
             Breath
             :
          
           
             But
             he
             invain
             resists
             
               th'
            
             o'rewhelming
             Seas
             ,
          
           
             Then
             
               Farewel
               ,
               Fatal
               ,
               Charming
               Lyre
               ,
            
             he
             cries
             :
          
           
           
             Sinking
             the
             bubbling
             Waves
             his
             Ears
             drink
             in
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             this
             Death
             his
             Eye-balls
             truly
             swim
             .
          
        
         
           
             As
             fam'd
             Nancissus
             did
             from
             Eccho
             fly
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             flatt'ring
             Flood
             distracted
             Dy
             ,
          
           
             This
             Youth
             more
             charm'd
             an
             equal
             Fortnne
             had
             ,
          
           
             Striving
             those
             
               Softer
               Ecchoes
            
             to
             evade
             ;
          
           
             Like
             His
             ,
             the
             Fate
             that
             did
             this
             Youth
             engage
             ,
          
           
             Equally
             strange
             was
             his
             
               destructive
               Rage
            
             :
          
           
             And
             while
             he
             gaz'd
             on
             the
             
               Tempestuous
               Flood
            
             ,
          
           
             Narcissus
             ne're
             his
             
               juster
               Image
            
             view'd
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             thus
             he
             fell
             ,
             whose
             Birth
             the
             
               Birds
               of
               Fate
            
          
           
             With
             
               inauspicious
               Songs
            
             did
             celebrate
             .
          
           
             Severely
             sweet
             the
             Muses
             tun'd
             the
             Lyre
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Nine
             did
             all
             against
             
               One
               Youth
            
             conspire
             .
          
           
             The
             Lyrist
             thus
             display'd
             his
             
               Siren
               Art
            
             ,
          
           
             Not
             only
             that
             he
             did
             such
             Sounds
             impart
             ,
          
           
             But
             that
             ,
             by
             force
             of
             powerful
             Harmony
             ,
          
           
             He
             to
             the
             
               fatal
               Waves
            
             did
             the
             fond
             Youth
             decoy
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             thus
             the
             Artist
             did
             such
             Skill
             express
          
           
             As
             equall'd
             great
             
             Amphion's
             charming
             Lays
             ,
          
           
             And
             as
             He
             sooth'd
             
               wild
               Beasts
            
             ,
             did
             
               fiercer
               Passions
            
             raise
             .
          
        
         
           
           
             Ah
             Grief
             !
             to
             think
             that
             such
             sweet
             Strains
             as
             these
          
           
             Should
             Mortal
             prove
             ,
             and
             the
             
               Three
               Destinies
            
          
           
             Should
             String
             with
             
               Fatal
               Threads
            
             the
             warbling
             Lyre
             !
          
           
             But
             if
             such
             gentle
             Notes
             can
             Death
             inspire
             ,
          
           
             How
             Dreadful
             then
             is
             every
             Tuneful
             Sound
             ,
          
           
             That
             can
             with
             Softness
             pierce
             ,
             and
             Trembling
             wound
             .
          
        
         
           
             Then
             let
             Apollo
             quit
             his
             Shafts
             and
             Bow
             ,
          
           
             The
             String
             alone
             can
             all
             their
             force
             out
             do
             .
          
           
             The
             Trumpet
             seems
             ,
             while
             MUSICK
             thus
             Destroys
             ,
          
           
             It self
             to
             Conquer
             :
             And
             no
             wonder
             't
             is
             ,
          
           
             The
             Lion
             trembles
             at
             the
             Cock's
             shrill
             Voice
             .
          
        
         
           
             O
             Cruel
             Breath
             !
             to
             Speak
             the
             
               Mortal
               Blow
            
          
           
             Was
             more
             than
             Barbarous
             Nero
             e're
             could
             do
             :
          
           
             He
             in
             such
             Tuneful
             Strains
             his
             Tyrannies
          
           
             Might
             Celebrate
             :
             But
             this
             Destructive
             Voice
          
           
             Ev'n
             in
             the
             Fatal
             Act
             
               it self
               employs
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             e're
             Empedocles
             had
             heard
             those
             Strains
             ,
          
           
             He
             ne're
             had
             perisht
             in
             th'
             
               Etnean
               Flames
            
             ;
          
           
             But
             might
             reverse
             his
             Fate
             ,
             escape
             the
             Fire
             ,
          
           
             And
             in
             the
             
               Watry
               Element
            
             expire
             .
          
           
           
             Or
             had
             this
             Lyrist
             been
             a
             Rural
             Swain
             ,
          
           
             Thus
             o're
             the
             Listning
             Herd
             his
             Notes
             would
             gain
             ,
          
           
             And
             they
             'd
             be
             forc'd
             into
             the
             Waves
             to
             stray
          
           
             By
             tuneful
             Charms
             ,
             And
             Phrixus
             might
             survey
          
           
             Whole
             Flocks
             of
             Sheep
             all
             swimming
             in
             the
             Sea.
             
          
        
         
           
             If
             when
             the
             World
             was
             from
             the
             Flood
             retriev'd
             ,
          
           
             This
             Lyrist
             had
             the
             
               Common
               Fate
            
             surviv'd
             ,
          
           
             And
             for
             Deucalion
             had
             this
             Song
             prepar'd
             ,
          
           
             To
             sooth
             his
             Cares
             ,
             when
             He
             those
             Sounds
             had
             heard
             ▪
          
           
             He
             too
             would
             hasten
             to
             the
             
               Ebbing
               Sea
            
             ,
          
           
             And
             even
             in
             th'
             
               expiring
               Deluge
            
             Dye
             .
          
        
         
           
             Apollo
             thus
             ,
             without
             
               Celestial
               Fire
            
             ,
          
           
             Bold
             Icarus
             ,
             that
             did
             too
             high
             expire
             ,
          
           
             Might
             sooner
             plunge
             by
             his
             more
             powerful
             Lyre
             .
          
        
         
           
             If
             Sounds
             can
             Kill
             ,
             and
             Notes
             the
             Sword
             supply
             ,
          
           
             Achilles
             ,
             when
             he
             ceas'd
             to
             war
             with
             Troy
             ,
          
           
             Consulting
             the
             sweet
             Force
             of
             Lyrick
             Charms
             ▪
          
           
             Did
             only
             change
             ,
             not
             truly
             quit
             his
             Arms.
             
          
        
         
           
           
             But
             now
             
               Loquacious
               Fame
            
             the
             News
             had
             spread
          
           
             Of
             the
             strange
             
               Fatal
               Notes
            
             ,
             the
             Lyrist
             play'd
             ,
          
           
             As
             Eccho
             would
             those
             Notes
             reiterate
             ,
          
           
             She
             did
             the
             aggravated
             Crimes
             repeat
          
           
             Both
             of
             the
             Lyrist
             ,
             and
             his
             
               Murd'rous
               Strains
            
             ;
          
           
             And
             to
             the
             Magistrate
             at
             length
             complains
             .
          
        
         
           
             And
             now
             a
             Council
             does
             himself
             apply
             ,
          
           
             With
             Bawling
             ,
             to
             condemn
             the
             Charms
             of
             Harmony
             :
          
           
             And
             first
             he
             does
             for
             the
             great
             Cause
             prepare
             ,
          
           
             Then
             turns
             himself
             to
             the
             Tremendous
             Bar
             ,
          
           
             And
             thus
             against
             the
             Lyrist
             does
             Declare
             .
          
        
         
           
             The
             Council
             against
             the
             Lyrist
             .
          
           
             
               My
               Lord
               ,
               
                 I
                 move
              
               ,
               that
               a
               few
               things
               You
               'd
               hear
               ,
            
             
               Before
               the
               
                 Criminal's
                 Voice
                 enchants
              
               your
               Ear
               ,
            
             
               Who
               here
               stands
               Charg'd
               with
               a
               strange
               
                 Murd'ring
                 Skill
              
            
             
               In
               Musick
               :
               'T
               is
               no
               more
               with
               him
               to
               Kill
               ,
            
             
               Than
               play
               a
               Tune
               ;
               and
               thus
               on
               Land
               have
               we
            
             
               A
               Syren-Monster
               greater
               than
               the
               Sea.
            
             
               Musick
               is
               sweet
               —
               but
               
                 Murder
                 louder
              
               cries
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               with
               the
               Sounds
               their
               Crime
               can
               quickly
               cease
               .
            
             
             
               And
               he
               himself
               by
               his
               own
               Words
               betrays
               ,
            
             
               While
               this
               
                 Harmonious
                 Art
              
               he
               durst
               profess
               ,
            
             
               For
               which
               we
               see
               Amphion
               justly
               fear'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               Orpheus
               was
               compell'd
               with
               Brutes
               to
               herd
               .
            
             
               If
               Birds
               were
               thus
               Harmonious
               ,
               soon
               would
               they
            
             
               Ev'n
               to
               each
               other's
               Song
               become
               a
               Prey
               .
            
             
               Now
               this
               
                 Infernal
                 Orpheus
              
               ,
               with
               his
               Lyre
               ,
            
             
               Charm'd
               an
               unhappy
               Youth
               ev'n
               to
               admire
            
             
               The
               Sea
               ,
               as
               That
               some
               Venus
               did
               contain
               ,
            
             
               And
               now
               ev'n
               sweet
               he
               thinks
               the
               
                 Briny
                 Main
              
               .
            
             
               What
               should
               he
               do
               ,
               whose
               Sense
               was
               thus
               engag'd
               ?
            
             
               Ev'n
               Daedalus
               ,
               with
               such
               soft
               Notes
               enrag'd
               ,
            
             
               Had
               plung'd
               ,
               unless
               with
               Wax
               he
               'd
               
                 stopt
                 his
                 Ears
              
               :
            
             
               But
               here
               with
               Land
               the
               Criminal
               Sea
               conspires
               ,
            
             
               And
               while
               the
               guilty
               Waves
               are
               stain'd
               with
               Blood
               ,
            
             
               They
               spread
               their
               Crime
               o're
               all
               the
               
                 weeping
                 Flood
              
               :
            
             
               Invain
               they
               strive
               to
               Sink
               the
               Fatal
               Deed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               in
               their
               Blushing
               Face
               too
               plain
               we
               read
               :
            
             
               The
               
                 Watry
                 God
              
               begins
               to
               rage
               and
               Foam
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               just
               Punishments
               the
               Crime
               attone
               ,
            
             
               Murm'ring
               to
               see
               Vindictive
               Iustice
               slow
               —
            
             
               But
               if
               sweet
               sounds
               can
               Drown
               ,
               I
               wonder
               how
            
             
               Arion
               o're
               the
               Sea
               so
               safely
               past
               :
            
             
               And
               when
               the
               Lyrist
               plung'd
               the
               Youth
               ,
               at
               least
            
             
             
               His
               Art
               might
               there
               for
               him
               a
               Dolphin
               Draw
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               he
               no
               Defence
               can
               make
               ,
               the
               Law
            
             
               Proclaims
               him
               Guilty
               ;
               Statutes
               all
               agree
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               of
               Iustice
               is
               the
               
                 Legal
                 Harmony
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               He
               said
               .
               And
               all
               the
               Court
               ,
               with
               silent
               Fear
               ,
            
             
               Did
               of
               the
               Criminal's
               Answer
               strait
               dispair
               .
            
             
               But
               't
               would
               be
               strange
               should
               MUSICK
               silent
               be
            
             
               In
               its
               own
               Cause
               ,
               should
               Eccho
               ne'er
               reply
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Cryer
               having
               Proclamation
               made
               ,
            
             
               The
               
                 unharmonious
                 Voice
              
               the
               Lyrist
               strait
               obey'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               fault'ring
               speech
               and
               trembling
               he
               begins
               ;
            
             
               And
               yet
               ev'n
               Musical
               that
               Trembling
               seems
               ,
            
             
               For
               artfully
               he
               shook
               ,
               as
               when
               he
               sung
               ,
            
             
               His
               charming
               Lyre
               o're
               his
               Left
               Shoulder
               hung
               ,
            
             
               While
               for
               his
               Life
               he
               Speaks
               a
               good
               Defence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               had
               almost
               lost
               by
               
                 Vocal
                 Strains
              
               .
            
             
               As
               Learned
               Gracchus
               ,
               when
               he
               was
               to
               plead
               ,
            
             
               Instructed
               by
               his
               Harp
               the
               Lyrist
               made
            
             
               A
               Various
               Speech
               :
               The
               silent
               Court
               attends
               ,
            
             
               While
               thus
               he
               Answers
               ,
               and
               himself
               Defends
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             The
             Lyrist
             in
             his
             own
             Defence
             .
          
           
             
               My
               
                 Tuneful
                 Voice
              
               ,
               charg'd
               with
               another's
               Fate
               ,
            
             
               I
               beg
               ,
               my self
               from
               Death
               may
               vindicate
               .
            
             
               Invain
               I
               would
               the
               Fatal
               Strains
               recant
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               with
               Tears
               I
               should
               the
               Youth
               lament
               ,
            
             
               I
               should
               but
               
                 add
                 vain
                 Waters
                 to
                 the
                 Main
                 :
              
            
             
               The
               Fact
               I
               may
               defend
               ,
               but
               would
               recall
               in
               vain
               .
            
             
               With
               Songs
               the
               
                 Dying
                 Youth
              
               to
               celebrate
               ,
            
             
               Was
               to
               Bewail
               ,
               but
               could
               not
               Cause
               his
               Fate
               .
            
             
               And
               having
               seen
               the
               God
               of
               Harmony
               .
            
             
               Each
               Ev'ning
               safely
               plunge
               the
               willing
               Sea
               ,
            
             
               Where
               thus
               each
               Night
               the
               
                 Lord
                 of
                 Song
              
               remain'd
               ,
            
             
               I
               thought
               ,
               that
               this
               
                 Harmonious
                 Youth
              
               might
               find
            
             
               Himself
               with
               equal
               Favour
               entertain'd
               .
            
             
               Suppose
               he
               flung
               himself
               into
               the
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               Charm'd
               by
               my
               Strains
               ,
               there
               's
               no
               Great
               Crime
               in
               this
               :
            
             
               Who
               e're
               for
               Hellebore
               to
               cure
               his
               Brain
               ,
            
             
               Could
               without
               ventring
               thus
               explore
               the
               Main
               :
            
             
               Besides
               ,
               since
               I
               've
               oft
               heard
               the
               Learned
               say
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Souls
               are
               all
               made
               up
               of
               Harmony
               ,
            
             
               If
               this
               Youth
               Dy'd
               by
               the
               
                 too
                 charming
                 Lyre
              
               ,
            
             
               'T
               was
               with
               
                 Excess
                 of
                 Life
              
               he
               did
               expire
               .
            
             
             
               But
               how
               could
               the
               soft
               Notes
               of
               Musick
               Kill
               ?
            
             
               Since
               Death
               with
               empty
               Sounds
               alone
               could
               ne'er
               prevail
               .
            
             
               The
               Criminal
               Seas
               their
               self-attoning
               Fault
            
             
               With
               Lustral
               Water
               soon
               may
               expiate
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               the
               Waves
               ,
               that
               caus'd
               ,
               will
               purge
               from
               Guilt
               the
               Fate
               .
            
             
               And
               let
               those
               Cruel
               over-whelming
               Seas
            
             
               Now
               also
               drown
               my
               Crime
               in
               endless
               Peace
               .
            
             
               But
               if
               I
               Dye
               ,
               who
               shall
               my
               Death
               attone
               ?
            
             
               If
               my
               
                 Charm'd
                 Trees
              
               should
               fatal
               Spears
               become
               ,
            
             
               Invain
               they
               'd
               strive
               thus
               to
               revenge
               my
               Fate
               ,
            
             
               As
               Vengeance
               oft
               o'ertakes
               the
               Crime
               too
               late
               .
            
             
               Or
               shall
               the
               Stones
               ,
               once
               softned
               by
               my
               Lyre
               ,
            
             
               Rudely
               involve
               me
               in
               a
               Sepulcher
               .
            
             
               If
               MUSICK
               be
               the
               Crime
               for
               which
               I
               dye
               ,
            
             
               How
               well
               the
               
                 Tuneful
                 Swan
              
               resembles
               me
               ,
            
             
               Since
               thus
               I
               sung
               my
               own
               
                 prophetick
                 Elegy
              
               .
            
             
               The
               Crime
               ,
               that
               's
               charg'd
               ,
               does
               still
               unprov'd
               remain
               :
            
             
               For
               the
               Youth
               's
               Drowning
               must
               I
               plunge
               the
               Main
               ?
            
             
               Was
               I
               the
               Cause
               ,
               that
               while
               I
               sung
               ,
               he
               drown'd
               ?
            
             
               If
               at
               that
               time
               a
               Star
               fell
               to
               the
               Ground
               ,
            
             
               Would
               You
               then
               think
               my
               Strains
               the
               
                 Stars
                 from
                 Heav'n
                 drew
                 down
              
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               Madness
               ,
               thus
               to
               charge
               me
               with
               his
               Rage
               ,
            
             
               Or
               think
               the
               Muse
               could
               with
               blind
               Fate
               engage
            
             
             
               Against
               the
               Youth
               ,
               or
               that
               by
               Art
               he
               dy'd
               ;
            
             
               No
               guiltless
               Blood
               my
               Voice
               did
               ever
               shed
               :
            
             
               Lords
               of
               the
               Law
               !
               't
               is
               your
               
                 Sententious
                 Breath
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               can
               with
               Words
               alone
               
                 speak
                 certain
                 Death
              
               .
            
             
               
                 Thus
                 he
              
               —
               Then
               justly
               grant
               a
               Wretch
               ,
               
                 he
                 cry'd
              
               ,
            
             
               Your
               Pardon
               .
               Pardon
               Eccho
               strait
               reply'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 He
                 said
              
               .
               The
               Iudge
               to
               Favour
               much
               inclines
               ,
            
             
               And
               this
               the
               Criminal's
               Punishment
               enjoyns
               ,
            
             
               That
               since
               in
               Skill
               thus
               Orpheus
               he
               exceeds
               ,
            
             
               He
               shall
               descend
               to
               the
               
                 Elysian
                 Shades
              
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               compel
               ,
               by
               a
               like
               Artful
               Strain
               ,
            
             
               The
               Youth
               ,
               he
               thither
               sent
               ,
               back
               to
               return
               again
               .
            
          
           
             
               If
               Any
               ask
               ,
               what
               could
               my
               Thoughts
               engage
            
             
               In
               this
               
                 Mad
                 Theme
              
               ;
               'T
               was
               some
               
                 Poetic
                 Rage
              
               .
            
             
               Forbidding
               me
               the
               
                 Heliconian
                 Spring
              
               ,
            
             
               That
               led
               me
               thus
               in
               Seas
               to
               Bath
               and
               Sing
               .
            
             
               Poets
               an
               
                 Artful
                 Fury
              
               must
               inspire
               ,
            
             
               And
               thy
               
                 True
                 Sons
              
               ,
               great
               Patron
               of
               the
               Lyre
               ,
            
             
               May
               pass
               like
               Orpheus
               to
               th'
               
                 Elysian
                 Shades
              
               :
            
             
               Thy
               glorious
               Flight
               the
               lofty
               Skies
               invades
               .
            
             
               But
               I
               ,
               without
               th'
               Harmonious
               Quil
               and
               Voice
            
             
               Of
               the
               
                 Dircean
                 Swan
              
               ,
               can't
               sing
               thy
               Praise
               ;
            
             
             
               And
               those
               ,
               tho'
               fam'd
               ,
               can
               only
               cantivate
            
             
               Th'
               
                 inferiour
                 Wood
              
               ,
               but
               Laurels
               on
               Thee
               wait
               :
            
             
               And
               justly
               thou
               doest
               thy
               own
               Fate
               Survive
               ,
            
             
               Like
               
                 Memnon's
                 Vocal
                 Status
              
               ,
               still
               to
               give
            
             
               Thy self
               that
               Praise
               thou
               only
               canst
               make
               live
               .
            
             
               And
               hast
               inscrib'd
               ,
               since
               thus
               thy
               Art
               was
               try'd
               ,
            
             
               Soft
               MUSICK's
               
                 lasting
                 Praise
              
               ev'n
               in
               the
               
                 fluid
                 Tyde
              
               .
            
          
           
             
               But
               while
               for
               thy
               just
               Praise
               ,
               I
               thus
               prepare
               ,
            
             
               In
               the
               vast
               Main
               ,
               I
               dread
               to
               venture
               far
               ,
            
             
               So
               large
               an
               Ocean
               does
               my
               thoughts
               engage
               ,
            
             
               I
               must
               strike
               Sail
               ,
               and
               check
               my
               forward
               Rage
               ▪
            
          
        
         
           FINIS
           .