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To his sweet Lute

Language: English

To his sweet Lute Apollo sung the motions of the Spheares;
The wondrous order of the Stars, whose course divides the yeares:
And all the Mysteries above;
But none of this could Midas move,
Which purchast him his Asseseares.

The Pan with his rude Pipe began the Country-wealth t'advance;
To boast of Cattle, flocks of Sheepe and Goates, on hils that dance,
With much more of this chulrlish kinde:
That quite transported Midas minde,
And held him rapt as in a trance.

This wrong the God of Musicke scorned from such a scottish Judge,
And bent his angry bow at Pan, which made the Piper trudge:
Then Midas head he did so trim,
That ev'ra age yet talkes of him
And Phoebus right revenged grudge.


Submitted by Linda Godry

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2006-12-09.
Last modified: 2016-08-28 16:02:10
Line count: 15
Word count: 125

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