To Lucia Playing on Her Lute

GReat Orpheus when he struck his Ivory Lyre,
Drew all the Savage Creatures to admire
The sweetnesse of his charming Musick; and
Forgetting their fierce natures tamely stand.
The Wolfe, Lamb, Lyon, and the Kid agree
To Love, whilst charm'd by his sweet harmonie.
Stones move themselves call'd by Amphion's Lute;
And Thebes build, without man's hands to do't:
Yet fairest Lucia when I heard you play,
I soon confess you have more skill than they:
Your fingers strike a far diviner strain,
And mens Hearts harder than the stones you gain.
Brute Beasts when Orpheus play'd stood still and gaz'd;
When you, stiff-necked men are more amaz'd.
He could unreasonable beasts controule,
But you command a reasonable Soul,
For men more fierce than cruell Tigers, lay
Their necks down, and like captives yok'd obey.
Who then to bondage powerfull'st captives drew?
Orpheus tam'd beasts, a harder task, Men you.