Classic Poem

1.

What means this stately Tablature,
The Ballance of thy streins?
Which seems, in stead of sifting pure,
T' extend and rack thy veins;
Thy Odes first their own Harmony did break,
For singing troth is but in tune to speak.

2.

Nor thus thy golden Feet and Wings,
May it be thought false Melody
T' ascend to heav'n by silver strings,
This is Urania's Heraldry:
Thy royal Poem now we may extol,
And truly Luna Blazon'd upon Sol .

3.

As when Amphion first did call
Each listning stone from's Den;
And with the Lute did form his Wall,
But with his words the men;
So in your twisted Numbers now, you thus,
Not only stocks perswade, but ravish us.

4.

Thus do your Ayrs Eccho o're
The Notes and Anthems of the Sphaeres ,
And their whole Consort back restore,
As if Earth too would blesse Heav'ns Ears:
But yet the Spoaks by which they scal'd so high,
Gamble hath wisely laid of Vt Re Mi .