. Emblems divine and moral ; together with Hieroglyphics of the life of man . e fprightly twang of the melodious luteAgrees not with my voice : and both unfuitMy untuned * fortunes : the affedled meafureOf ftraijis, that are conflraind, afford no pleafure,Mufics the child of mirth j where griefs aflailThe troubled foul, both voice and lingers fail:Let fuch as revel out their lavifh daysIn hono*irable riot; that can raifeDeje£ted hearts, and conjure up a fpritOf madnefs by the magic of delight \Let thofe of Cupids hofpital, that lieImpatient patients to a fmiling cannot reft, until vai
. Emblems divine and moral ; together with Hieroglyphics of the life of man . e fprightly twang of the melodious luteAgrees not with my voice : and both unfuitMy untuned * fortunes : the affedled meafureOf ftraijis, that are conflraind, afford no pleafure,Mufics the child of mirth j where griefs aflailThe troubled foul, both voice and lingers fail:Let fuch as revel out their lavifh daysIn hono*irable riot; that can raifeDeje£ted hearts, and conjure up a fpritOf madnefs by the magic of delight \Let thofe of Cupids hofpital, that lieImpatient patients to a fmiling cannot reft, until vain hope beguileTheir flatterd torment with a wanton fmile :Let fuch redeem their peace, and falve the wrongsOf froward fortune with their frolick fongs :My grief, my griefs too great for fmiling eyesTo cure, or counter-charms to ravens difmal croaks, the midnight howlsOf empty wolves mixd with the fcreech of owls,The nine fad knolls of a dull paffing bell,With the loud language of a nightly knell. Untune d fortunei \ i. c, forrowful clrcumftances. And. Pfolnx , Book IV. EMBLEMS. 191 And horrid outcries of revenged crimes, Joind in a medleys mufic for thefe times; \ Thefe are no times to touch the merry firing Of Orpheus; no, thefe are no times to fmg. Can hide-bound prisners, that have fpent their fouls And famifhd bodies in the noifome holes Of hell-black dungeons, apt* their rougher throats. Grown hoarfe with begging alms, to warble notes ? Can the fad pilgrim, that hath loll: his way In the vaft defert; there condemnd a prey To the wild fubjecl, or his favage king; Roufe up his palfy-fmitten fprits, and fing ? Can I a pilgrim, and a prisner too, Alas! where I am neither known, nor know Aught but my torments, an unranfomd ftrano-er in this ftrange climate, in a land of danger ? O, can my voice be pleafant, or my hand. Thus made a prisner to a foreign land ? How can my mufic rtllfh in your ears. That cannot fpeak for fobs, nor fing for tears ? Ah ! if my voic
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