To conquer Fear and to enervate Rage,
Was music’s Power, by Orpheus first ordain’d;
Fierce Beasts were tam’d, and fiercer Tyrants Chain’d.
Th’ enchanting Sounds through their whole Fabrick crept,
And Savage Mortals wonder’d why they wept.
Our Artist shuns by vulgar Springs to move
His mimic Race below, or Orbs above,
Here Pleasure flows from Scientific Cause,
Whilst Ingenuity extorts applause:
He bids your breast with Emulation rise,