Classic Poem

[Or.] Howle not you Ghosts & furies while I sing
Accents of greife to your infernall King
Pluto oh! Pluto pitty my sad teares!
[Pl.] What heavenly rapture this doth peirce our eares
Hark hark what art that cal'st to Hell
[Or.] Orpheus the poore Thracian Minstrell
What cam'st thou here for! [Or.] Justice. [Pl.] Whats thy plea
[Or.] To crave againe my deare Euridice
[Pl.] Com'st thou for her whom fates too hasty sheares
cut of but in the blossome of her yeares
[Or.] for her I come [Pl.] fond man she's our's by fate
[Or.] Yet Love's intreaty never comes too Late
[Pl.] What should infernall Jove doe [Or.] Deigne to warne
the fatall Sisters to retwist the yarne
But oh! it is in Pluto's power to doe it
If he but nodd & put the Parcae to it
Let Love move Pluto let my greife tormenting
And jointly both move Pluto to repenting
[Pl.] Can we in justice do it [Or.] Jove may & who
dares speak 'gainst that which Jove is pleased to doe
Call back her fate and give a new beginning
to the cut web & blesse the thread in spinning
[Pl.] Why then triumph go take her hence & tell
Thy Music fetch't Euridice from Hell.
Such are thy measures Musick such thy charmes
that it the Furies of their brands disarmes
Such were thy active numbers Musick then
when thou build'st Thebes & cast it downe agen.

Mr Robt Ramsy
Mr. Heyrick