SONG. Celia singing.

YOu that thinke Love can convey,
No other way,
But through the eyes, into the heart,
His fatall Dart:
Closeup those casements, and but heare
This Syren sing▪
And on the wing
Of her sweet voyce, it shall appeare
That Love can enter at the eare:
Then unvaile your eyes, behold
The curious mould
Where that voyce dwels, and as we know,
When the Cocks crow▪
We freely may
Gaze on the day;
So may you, when the Musique's done
Awake and see the rising Sun.