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Show 186 T OEM S. Whofe Voice, the Bafc and Trebles part, W ith fo marvellous an Art. * Come Philomel, and now make ufe O f all, thy practice can produce, All the harmonious Secrets, thou Canft try, \vfil do no fervice now. - Thou muft to her this Glory give, For nothing can thjr Fame relieve. Then e're thou doft the Conquefttry, Chufe to be filent here or dye. - C o m e m y Shepherdefs, furvey (While a hundred pipes do play,) From every Fold, from every Shed, H o w the Herds and Flocks are fed. • Hear the pleafing, harmlcfs voice, O f thy Lambs, n o w they rejoyce, While with their hleating notes are mix'd, Their pretty bounds, and leaps betwixt. See , fee, how from the Thatched Rooms O f thefe our artlefs Cabins, comes A Ruftick troop of Jolly Swains, From every fide, unto the Plains. Their Sheep-hooks fteel, fo bright and clear, H o w it fhines, both far and near ; A Bag-pipe here, and there a Flute, With merrier whilftles do difpute. Hear thy flocks, which for thee bleat In Language Innocent, and fweet; See here thy Shepherd who attends 'em, And from the Ravenous W o l f defends 'em. T 0 E MS. Thy Melampus, him endears, And leaps, and fports, when he appears, He complains that thy floth is fuch ; And m y poor heart does that as much. 187 ij. Among the reft here's a Ram, we So white, fo blith, fo merry fee, In all our Flocks, there is not one, Defervcs fuch praife, as he alone. On the grafs he butts and leaps, Flatters, and then away he skips 5 So gentle, and yet proud is he, That furely he hath learn'd of thee. The faireft Garlands we can find, Unworthy are, his horns to bind ; But flowers that death can never know, Are fitteft to adorn his.Brow. He is full of niodeft fhame, And as full of amorous flame 5 Aftrologers in heaven fee, A Beaft lefs beautiful than he. I have for thee a Sheep-hook brought, On which thy Shepherd hard hath wrought, Here he thy character hath trae'd , Is it not neatly interlac'd ? To that a Scrip is ty'd for thee, Which woven is fo curioufly, That the Art does the fluff excell, And Gold it felf looks not fo well. Here's in a Cage that he did make, All the Birds that he could take, H o w glorious is their flavery, If they be not defpis'd by thee! Bba A I |