Such sweet compulsion doth in music lie, And keep unfteddy Nature to her law, And the low world in meafur'd motion draw I will assay, her worth to celebrate, And so attend ye toward her glitterring state; Approach, and kiss her facred vesture's hem. green, 'ER the smooth enamel'd And touch the warbled string, Under the fhady roof Of branching elm star-proof. Follow me, I will bring you where she fits, Clad in fplendor as befits Her deity. Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen. 95 III. SONG. N YMPHS and Shepherds dance no more On old Lycæus or Cyllene hoar Trip no more in twilight ranks, Though Erymanth your loss deplore, A better foil fhall give ye thanks. From the ftony Mænalus 100 Bring your flocks, and live with us, To serve the Lady of this place. Though Syrinx your Pan's mistress were, Such a rural Queen All Arcadia hath not seen. 105 |