...when Love fpeaks the voice of all the Gods, (34) Mark, Heaven drowfie with the harmony ! Never durft Poet touch a pen to write^ Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. _ From womens...

...eithet aftually ufed, or its Power dcfciib'd, 'tis . always laid to be tor thefe Ends. Never durft Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. • From womens...

...And when love fpeaks, the voice of all the Gods, Makes heaven drowfie with the harmony. Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravi(h favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens...

...ufed, or its Power defprib'd,. 'tis " always fold to be for thefe Ends. K 5 Never Never durft'Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs<; O, -then his lines would ravi(h favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. • From womens...

...dcicriiied, 'tis alway« faid to be for thefe End.s. Mark, Heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durft Poet touch a pen to write,'-:'; Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs $ O, then his lines would ravim favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens...

...when Love fpeaks the voice of all the Gods (4), Mark, Heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durft Poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs j O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants inild humility. From women's...

...obvious to every underftanding reader. The fine and Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony! Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens...

...And when Love fpeaks the voice of all th; gods, Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's fighs ; O then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. • From womens'...

...And when Love fpeaks rhe voice of all the gods, Mark, heaven drowfy with the harmony ! Never durfl poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's fighs; O then his lines would ravifh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From womens'...

...ike element oftbtjty ta a calm, ey tbeir barma«ious applaufis of tbii favturtd orator, Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's fighs ; O, then his lines would ravifli favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. — From womens'...