222 NIGHTINGALE. 



The well shaped youth could touch, she sung her 



own; 



He could not run division with more art 

 Upon his quaking instrument, than she, 

 The Nightingale, did with her various notes 

 Reply to; for a voice, and for a sound, 

 Amethus, 'tis much easier to believe 

 That such they were, than hope to hear again. 



*flmet. How did the rivals part? 



Men. You term them rightly; 



For they were rivals, and their mistress, har- 

 mony. 

 Some time thus spent, the young man grew at 



last 



Into a pretty anger, that a bird 

 Whom art had never taught cliffs, moods, or 



notes, 



Should vie with him for mastery, whose study 

 Had busied many hours to perfect practice: 

 To end the controversy, in a rapture 

 Upon the instrument he plays so swiftly, 

 So many voluntaries and so quick, 

 That there was curiosity and cunning, 

 Concord and discord, lines of differing method 

 Meeting in one centre of full delight. 



Jlmet. Now for the bird. 



