Muses

Say Lady, shall your Minstrels try,

The Lay of Tenderness or Joy?

With Mirth, inspire the sprightly Train

Or water Glory’s louder Strain?

Or to soft Ballad, sad, and slow,

Attune the Sympathy of Woe?

Yet not a single Blessedness

In simple Melody express:

No let the voice its breathings [suit]

To the soft Tones of Lydian Flute,

And in respondent measures prove

Combining Notes of faithful Love,

Where even Discords, Grace supply,

Resolv’d to perfect Harmony. ~