His little son, into his bosom creeps, The lively picture of his father's face. His humble house or poor state ne'er torment him; Gentlemen, these were a part of the thoughts that then possessed me. And I there made a conversion of a piece of an old catch, and added more to it, fitting them to be sung by us Anglers. Come, Master, you can sing well; you must sing a part of it as it is in this pa Words and the Notes. per. PET. I marry, Sir, this is music indeed! This has cheered my heart, and made me to remember six verses in Praise of Music, which I will speak to you instantly. Music! miraculous rhetoric! that speak'st sense With what ease might thy errors be excus'd, VEN. And the repetition of these last verses of Music, have called to my memory what Mr. Edmund Waller, a Lover of the Angle, says of Love and Music. Whilst I listen to thy voice, Chloris, I feel my heart decay; That powerful voice Calls my fleeting soul away: |