ORCHESTRA; OR, A POEM EXPRESSING THE ANTIQUITY AND EXCELLENCY OF DANCING. IN A DIALOGUĘ BETWEEN PENELOPE AND ONE OF HER WOOERS, NOT FINISHED. TO THE PRINCE. SIR, whatfoever you are pleas'd to do, Hence is it, that you came fo foon to be A man at arms, in ev'ry point aright; The fairest flow'r of noble chivalry; And of Saint George's band, the braveft knight. And hence it is, that all your youthful train Then dancing's praise may be presented well, To you, whose action adds more praise thereto, Y y iiij |