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72  With tears of joy freſh guſhing from his eyes, “O wondrous power of art!” old Cornus cries; “Amazing change! astoniſhing ſucceſs! Thrice happy I! what a brave Doctor ’s this!” Maids, wives, and widows, with ſuch whims oppreſt, May thus find certain eaſe—Probatum eſt. we behold her angel face, Or when ſhe ſings with heav’nly grace, In what we hear or what we ſee, So raviſhing ’s the harmony, The melting ſoul, in rapture loſt, Knows not which charm enchants it moſt.

Sounds that made hills and rocks rejoice, Amphion’s lute, the Syren’s voice, Wonders with pain receiv’d for true At once find credit, and renew. No charms like Clavering’s voice ſurpriſe, Except the magic of her eyes.