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Ev’n you (with your good leave I'll say)
Yet Nothing's clear as Sol's bright beam,
Conspicuous as the lambent flame.
Touch NOTHING, Sir, and you'll confess
View NOTHING, Sir, and you shall view
What's colourless and shapeless too.
NOTHING, tho' deaf, can hear, and speaks
Although it never filence breaks ;
Flies without wings; and ev’n can run
Without a leg to stand upon.
Nay, lacking motion, parts, and place,
NOTHING more useful, Sir, you'll find
Than art of healing, to mankind :
Let not the lover then rehearse
The mutt’ring wizard's magic verse,
Nor, with the f rhombus' rumbling roll,
Inconstant Luna's course controll;
Nor vain | Dictæan herbage crop
Along the lofty Ida's top;
For NOTHING's lenient aid, be sure,
The pining lover's wounds can cure;
NOTHING has influence, Sir, to rule
The grilly Pluto's ruthless soul ;
To curb the rigid Sisters three,
Stretch'd on the fam’d § Phlegræa's field,
And taught by mightier pow'r to yield,
A kind of rolling instrument, which was used in incantations. || The herb Dictamnum, famous for its medicinal virtues.
$ The plains of Phlegræa are noted for the battle said to be fought there, between the giants and the gods.
The Titan offspring NOTHING prove
NOTHING, how strange to tell ! is found
Beyond the universal round.
NOTHING--but wherefore add we more?
NOTHING ev'n gods themselves adore.
Virtue to merit has pretence,
NOTHING has greater excellence.
In fine, let Jove his honours claim,
NOTHING can boast a higher name.
But hold ! no more the theme prolong,
'Tis time to end a filly song ;
No more of Nothing, muse, rehearse,
In this thy good-for-NOTHING verse,
Lest, after all, a theme so light,
Should NOTHING but disgust excite.
FIDICINIS ET PHILOMELÆ CERTAMEN.
, descending from his mid-day blaze,
With mild effulgence shot his golden rays ;
When Strephon took his lyre to sooth his care,
And the broad holm-oaks cool the vale below.
Strephon admir’d the songster's sweet essay,
Now the full inusic of his lyre explores,
Or shews, with Aying hand, a master's pow'rs.
In many a labour'd trill it flows along.
Thus with responding zeal her skill she proves,
And careless seem'd his touch, the music flow;
Its simple sounds in even tenor flow.
The quicken’d tones in rapid movement rise.
He stops : responsive to each note she sings ;
Free, like the current, issuing from her throat.