LET Linus' and Amphion's lute
With Orpheus' cittern now be mute.
The harshest voice the sweetest note:
The raven has the choicest throat,
A set of frogs a quire for me,
The mandrake shall the chaunter be,
Where neither voice nor tunes agree;
This is discord's harmony.
Thus had Orpheus learn'd to play,
The following trees had run away!
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