By Musick, Minds an equal Temper know,
Nor swell too high, nor sink too low.
If in the Breast tumultuous Joys arise,
Musick her soft, assuasive Voice applies;
Or when the Soul is press'd with Cares
Exalts her in enlivening Airs.
she fires with animated Sounds;
Pours Balm into the bleeding  Wounds:
At Musick,  lifts her Head;
Dull  rowzes from his Bed;
from its Lethargy awakes,
And list'ning  drops her Snakes;
Intestine War no more our  wage,
Ev'n giddy  hear away their Rage.