A Ballet of Dedication of the new Academy

A Ballet of Dedication of the new Academy or Musike room by the Back Gates — to Phil: Wood

What various stories men invent
T'amuse the weaker braynes
When Musike ne're had Instrument
Like that good wine containes

Some Vialls that de Gambo are
Commend, Others the Lute
The Viall Glass shall be my care
Or else the steeple Flute

Who can beleev that Sacred Layes
Or Ditties that have fier
Apolloes art alone could rayse
And Bacchus not inspire

They write how Pan with oaten quill
First did all musike frame
And how the Tritons Trumpets still
The wild waves into tame

How Dolphins and the other tresur
Of the great Deep advance
After Arions Harp in measure
As Each had Learnt to dance

Alike of Orpheus we read
Vulcan and's Cyclopes
In wine ther's truth to stand insted
Of all such lies as these

Juball and Tuball Brothers were
As well in Art as blood
Imposing Gammuths on the Spher
Fore Grapes were understood

The Juicy Grape of purple die
Chief Glory of the press
First parent was to Melody
Conceipt and Jovialnes

How far from consort doe those rove
The Toun wayghts would bring in
Or think a bagpipe far above
A curious Violin

Ther are High boyes in merth doe well
Joyned with Sack-butts shugg
And for the Base double Curtell
Guive me a double Jugg

The trebble cornets nore soe shrill
Cannot with this Compare
When Ganimed Joves cup doth fill
That proves the choisest ayre.

Ther is noe magick art or spell
Can work in power like this
It doth all other charmes excell
Turning all Crass to bliss

His Fame but flaggs who over beast
Stones, Trees, is sayd had power
When one wine glass well fild at least
Installs one Emperour

Cesar and Alexander too
Had long since been forgot
But that they both knew how to doe
In Counsail, Armes and Pott

What were the Labours men ascribe
Unto Alcides might
But that His Glasses twelve did tribe
To doe his Mistres right.

Could Sampson ere have been soe strong
To pull down Gates and Tours
But that with Foxes brought along
The fields too he devowres

O brave deluders of our sense
Controwling every vayne
With what Supernall Influence
Do'st act the Soveraign

Soe that of all the Arts that be
None rules the Rost and sitts
With greater state and Majesty
In the Conclave of witts

Of whom a lury if you call
When verdict they guive up
Their billa vera it will fall
Upon a Chirping Cup

And for a Sessions house to plead
This Legis Latine power
To th'Musick-Room let this you lead
Next to the back gates Tower.
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