TO Dr. JOHN SPEED of Southampton. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 207-209. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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TO Dr. JOHN SPEED of Southampton . An EPISTLE , Occasion'd by his Ingenious Satyr on the Dissenters , mingled with his Encomium of Mr. Lloyd's Paraphrase on Solomon's Song , printed in 8vo . 1682. TRUE Son of Phoebus , Heir t' his Tuneful Quill , His murthering Arrows , and his healing Skill : Thy Bills his Med'cines are , his Lyre thy Song , Thine Heart his Quiver , and his Bow thy Tongue : Neque sempec arcum Tendit Apollo . Horat. lib. 2. Od. 10. But here's no Python : Sooth thine Arms a while , And charm thy stately Rigor to a Smile , For Schism prevails no more ; we love to see Our Words and Lines in Couplings well agree Nor do we thus abhor Conformity . Hymns may be soft and smooth and comely Drest With humane Art , nor savour of the Beast , A Lyrick Ode submits to Godly Notes ; Harmonious Words no more offend our Throats . Nor Rhime , nor Tune , nor Sacred Sense confines The Spirit , Freedom flows in tuneful Lines , And Conscience feels the Pleasure , nor complains Of Impositions , Prisons , Bonds , and Chains , Whilst pure Devotion sings and ANNE th' Indulgent Reigns . Then , Sir , Submit with Joy thine Iron Stile To the soft Polish of a gentle File ; The Courteous Muse shines brightest ; and 'tis fit Apollo's Heir should deal in kinder Wit . SPEED to his Lute in Artful Numbers sings Melodious ; till his Angry Bow he brings Across the Chorded Shell , and hurts the gentler Strings .