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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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. 'Tis 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 [Page] 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 [Page] 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, 'tis 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 [Page] 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.

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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.
[Page 2]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,)
[Page 3]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:
[Page 5]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:
[Page 6]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:
[Page 7]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)
[Page 8]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:
[Page 9]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 'tis,
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.
[Page 11]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: 'Tis 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.
[Page 13]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
[Page 14]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 'twould 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,
'Twas with Excess of Life he did expire.
[Page 16]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.
'Tis Madness, thus to charge me with his Rage,
Or think the Muse could with blind Fate engage
[Page 17]Against the Youth, or that by Art he dy'd;
No guiltless Blood my Voice did ever shed:
Lords of the Law! 'tis 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; 'Twas 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;
[Page 18]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.

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