Vainly they strive to move the feeling soul,
Till heaven-born Harmony conduct the whole.
For me one note does all my power confine,
Employ’d for others’ uses, not for mine;
And yet, however small my compass be,
Harmonic Union you must owe to me;
For still by me, whene’er you sound alone,
Or mix in concerts, must be fix’d your tone.
Then strive no more but fix on me your choice,
Who save from discord, strife, confusion, noise;