IV. The soft complaining flute, In dying notes, discovers Whose dirge is whispered by the warbling lute. Sharp violins proclaim Their jealous pangs, and desperation, Depth of pains, and height of passion, VI. But, oh! what art can teach, Notes inspiring holy love, VII. Orpheus could lead the savage race; But bright Cecilia raised the wonder higher; When to her organ* vocal breath was given, An angel heard, and straight appeared, Mistaking earth for heaven. * St Cecilia is said to have invented the organ, though it is not known when or how she came by this credit. Chaucer introduces her as performing upon that instrument: "And while that the organes maden melodie, GRAND CHORUS. As from the power of sacred lays So when the last and dreadful hour The descent of the angel we have already mentioned. She thus announces this celestial attendant to her husband: "I have an angel which that loveth me; That with great love, wher so I wake or slepe, Is ready aye my body for to kepe." The Second Nonne's Tale. THE TEARS OF AMYNTA, FOR THE DEATH OF DAMON. A SONG. I. On a bank, beside a willow, Joys are vanished, Damon, my beloved, is gone! II. Time, I dare thee to discover Who so lived and loved as we! III. Never shall we curse the morning, To befriend me; Love and Damon are no more. A SONG. I. SYLVIA, the fair, in the bloom of fifteen, Felt an innocent warmth as she lay on the green; She had heard of a pleasure, and something she guest By the towzing, and tumbling, and touching her breast. She saw the men eager, but was at a loss, What they meant by their sighing, and kissing so close; By their praying and whining, And sighing and kissing so close. II. Ah! she cried, ah, for a languishing maid, By their praying and whining, |