Waked with this musick from my silent urn,
Your patron DUNSTAN comes t’ attend your turn.
AMPHION and old ORPHEUS playing by,
To keep our _forge_ in tuneful harmony.
These pontifical ornaments I wear,
Are types of rule and order all the year.
In these white robes none can a fault descry,
Since all have liberty as well as I:
Nor need you fear the shipwreck of your cause,
Your loss of charter or the penal laws,
Indulgence granted by your bounteous prince,
Makes for that loss too great a recompence.
This charm the Lernæan Hydra will reclaim;
Your patron shall the tameless rabble tame.
Of the proud CHAM I scorn to be afear’d;
I’ll take the angry SULTAN by the beard.
Nay, should the DEVIL intrude amongst your foes
[_Enter Devil_
_Devil._ What then?
_St. Dunstan._---------- Snap, thus, I have him by the nose!
The most prominent feature in the devil’s face being held by St.
Dunstan’s tongs, after the prelate had duly spurned the submission of
the cham of Tartary and the grand sultan, a silversmith with three other
workmen proceeding to the great anvil, commenced working a plate of
massy metal, singing and keeping time upon the anvil.[147]