...bright Apollo's lute, ftrung with his hair; And, when love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods Never durft poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with lovt's fighs ; 0, then his lines would ravilh favage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From...

...Bacchus gross in taste: For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Ilesperides? Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, As bright...write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this...

...Bacchus gross in taste : For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright...; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the gods Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Untill his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his...

...strung with his hair, means no more than strung with gilded wire. WARBURTON. Line 7jJ5- And, when lace speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.] A very ingenious friend observes, that the meaning of the passage is this: That the voice of all the...

...And when love fpeaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowfy with the harmony. [6] 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 women's...

...Bacchus gross in taste For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ? 2 Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, As bright...write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this...

...Bacchus gross in taste : For valour, ia not love -a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hcsperides ? Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, As bright...voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmnny. Never diirst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O,...

...Bacchus gross in taste : For valoup, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides ?2 Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, As bright...hair; And, when love speaks, the voice of all the goda Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were...

...Bacchus gross in taste ; For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? 3 Subtle as sphinx; as sweet, and musical, As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; 4 pursuit of his mistress has his sense of hearing quicker than a thief (who suspects every sound he...

...Bacchus gross in taste: For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as sphinx ; as sweet, and musical, As bright...write, Until his ink were temper'd with love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes...