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.
- by Thomas Campion (1567 - 1620), first published 1617 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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