I. <br />What means this stately tablature, <br /> The ballance of thy streins, <br />Which seems, in stead of sifting pure, <br /> T' extend and rack thy veins? <br />Thy Odes first their own harmony did break: <br />For singing, troth, is but in tune to speak. <br /> <br /> II. <br />Nor trus thy golden feet and wings. <br /> It may be thought false melody <br />T' ascend to heav'n by silver strings; <br /> This is Urania's heraldry. <br />Thy royal poem now we may extol, <br />As truly Luna blazon'd upon Sol. <br /> <br /> III. <br />As when Amphion first did call <br /> Each listning stone from's den; <br />And with his lute did form the wall, <br /> But with his words the men; <br />So in your twisted numbers now you thus <br />Not only stocks perswade, but ravish us. <br /> <br /> IV. <br />Thus do your ayrs eccho ore <br /> The notes and anthems of the sphaeres, <br />And their whole consort back restore, <br /> As if earth too would blesse Heav'ns ears; <br />But yet the spoaks, by which they scal'd so high, <br />Gamble hath wisely laid of UT RE MI.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-my-noble-kinsman-thomas-stanley-esq-on-his-ly/
