I It was too much, ye Gods, to see and hear; Receiving wounds both from the Eye and Ear: One Charme might have secur’d a Victory, Both, rais’d the Pleasure even to Extasie: 5 So Ravisht Lovers in each others Armes, Faint with excess of Joy, excess of Charmes: Had I but gaz’d and fed my greedy Eyes, Perhaps you’d pleas’d no farther than surprize. That Heav’nly Form might Admiration move, 10 But, not without the Musick, charm’d with Love: At least so quick the Conquest had not been; You storm’d without, and Harmony within: Nor cou’d I listen to the sound alone, But I alas must look—and was undone: 15 I saw the Softness that compos’d your Face, While your Attention heightned every Grace: Your Mouth all full of Sweetness and Content, And your fine killing Eyes of Languishment: Your Bosom now and than a sigh wou’d move, 20 (For Musick has the same effects with Love.) Your Body easey and all tempting lay, Inspiring wishes which the Eyes betray, In all that have the fate to glance that way: A carless and a lovely Negligence, 25 Did a new Charm to every Limb dispence: So look young Angels, Listening to the sound, When the Tun’d Spheres Glad all the Heav’ns around: So Raptur’d lie amidst the wondering Crowd, So Charmingly Extended on a Cloud. 30 When from so many ways Loves Arrows storm, Who can the heedless Heart defend from harm? Beauty and Musick must the Soul disarme; Since Harmony, like Fire to Wax, does fit The softned Heart Impressions to admit: 35 As the brisk sounds of Warr the Courage move, Musick prepares and warms the Soul to Love. But when the kindling Sparks such Fuel meet, No wonder if the Flame inspir’d be great.