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The Song of the Muses at Parnassus.
AT length we see those Eyes,
Which cheere both Earth and Skies;
Now, ancient Caledon,
Thy Beauties heighten, richest Robes put on,
And let young joyes to all thy parts arise.
Here could thy Prince still stay,
Each Month should turne to May;
We need nor Star, nor Sun,
Save him, to lengthen Daies and Joyes begun:
Sorrow and Night to far Climes haste away.
Now Majesty and Love
Combin'd are from above,
Prince never Scepter sway'd,
Lov'd Subjects more, of Subjects more obey'd,
Which may endure whilst Heavens great Orbes do move:
Joyes did you alwaies last,
Lifes sparke you soon would waste;
Griefe follows sweet Delight,
As Day is shadowed by sable Night,
Yet shall Remembrance keep you still▪ when past.