On the Death of Mr PURCELL.

Set to mufic by Dr BLOW.

I.

ARK how the lark and linnet sing;
With rival notes

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They strain their warbling throats,
To welcome in the Spring.
But in the clofe of night,

When Philomel begins her heav'nly lay,
They cease their mutual fpite,

Drink in her music with delight,
And lift'ning filently obey.

II.

So ceas'd the rival crew, when Purcell came; They fung no more, or only fung his fame: Struck dumb, they all admir'd the godlike man The godlike man,

Alas! too foon retir'd,

As he too late began.

We beg not hell our Orpheus to restore:

Had he been there,

Their fovereign's fear

Had fent him back before.

The pow'r of harmony too well they knew: He long ere this had tun'd their jarring sphere, And left no hell below.

III.

The heav'nly choir, who heard his notes from high,
Let down the scale of music from the sky:
'They handed him along;

And all the way he taught, and all the way they fung.
Ye breth'ren of the lyre, and tuneful voice,
Lament his lot; but at your own rejoice:
Now live fecure, and linger out your days;
The gods are pleas'd alone with Purcell's lays,
Nor know to mend their choice.

EPITAPH on the Lady WHITMORE.

FAIR, and reds, and a friend in one,

AIR, kind, and true, a treasure each alone,

Reft in this tomb, rais'd at thy husband's cost,
Here fadly fumming, what he had, and lost.
Come, virgins, ere in equal bands ye join,
Come first, and offer at her facred shrine;
Pray but for half the virtues of this wife,
Compound for all the reft, with longer life;
And wish your vows, like hers,, may be return'd,
So lov'd when living, and when dead fo mourn'd.

EPITAPH on Sir PALMES FAIRBONE's Tomb in Westminster-Abbey.

Sacred to the immortal memory of Sir Palmes Fairbone, Knight, Governor of Tangier; in execution of which command he was mortally wounded by a fhot from the Moors, then befieging the town, in the forty-fixth year of his age, October 1680.

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E facred relics, which your marble keep,
Here, undisturb'd by wars, in quiet fleep:
Discharge the truft, which, when it was below,
Fairbone's undaunted foul did undergo,
And be the town's Palladium from the foe.
Alive and dead thefe walls he will defend:
Great actions great examples must attend.
The Candian fiege his early valour knew,
Where Turkish blood did his young hands imbrue.
From thence returning with deferv'd applause,
Against the Moors his well-flesh'd fword he draws;
The fame the courage, and the fame the cause.
His youth and age, his life and death, combine,
As in fome great and regular design,
All of a piece throughout, and all divine.
Still nearer heav'n his virtues fhone more bright,
Like rifing flames, expanding in their height;
The martyr's glory crown'd the foldier's fight.

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More bravely British General never fell,

Nor General's death was e'er reveng'd fo well;
Which his pleas'd eyes beheld before their close,
Follow'd by thousand victims of his foes.

To his lamented lofs for time to come,

His pious widow confecrates this tomb.

Under Mr MILTON'S Picture, before his

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Paradife Loft.

HREE poets, in three distant ages born,
Greece, Italy, and England did adorn.
The first in loftiness of thought surpass'd;
The next in majefty; in both the last.
The force of Nature could no further go;
To make a third fhe join'd the other two.

SONG S.

A SONG for St CECILIA'S DAY, 1687

I.

ROM harmony, from heav'nly harmony,
This univerfal frame began:

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When nature underneath a heap

Of jarring atoms lay,

And could not heave her head,.

The tuneful voice was heard from high,
Arife, ye more than dead.

Then cold, and hot, and moist, and dry,
In order to their stations leap,

And Mufic's pow'r obey.

From harmony, from heav'nly harmony,

This univerfal frame began:

From harmony to harmony,

Through all the compafs of the notes it ran,
The diapafon clofing full in man.

II.

What paffion cannot mufic raise and quell!

When Jubal ftruck the corded fhell,

His lift'ning brethren ftood around,

And, wond'ring, on their faces fell

To worship that celestial found.

Lefs than a god they thought there could not dwell Within the hollow of that fhell,