Muses and Graces! daughters of high Jove,
When erst ye left your glorious seats above
To bless the bridal of that wondrous pair,
Cadmus and Harmonia fair,
Your voices pealed a divine air:
" What is good and fair
Shall ever be our care; "
Thus the burthen of it rang,
" That shall never be our care
Which is neither good nor fair " —
Such were the words your lips immortal sang.