Songs for Phœbus to repeat.
She ’twas that did at first inspire,
And tune the mute Hibernian lyre.
Succeeding Princes next recite;
With never-dying verse requite
Those favours they did shower.
’Tis this alone can do them right:
To save them from Oblivion’s night,
Is only in the Muse’s power.
But chiefly recommend to Fame