A Song Set by Mr. Henry Purcell. and Sung by himself at St Caecelia's Feast. and exactly engraved by Tho: Cross.—  
'Tis Nature's Voice, 'tis Nature's Voice, by all the move—ing  
Wood of Creatues un— derstood: The universal Tongue, the universal  
Tongue, to none of all her numerous Race— unknown: From her, from her it learned the  
mighty the might— tie, the might— tie Art to court— the Ear: or strike or strike—  
The Heart: at once the Passions to express and move— at once the passions to express,  
to express & move— We hear, and straight we Grieve— or Hate;—  
& straight we Grieve— or Hate; Rejoice—  
or— Love: In unseen Chains, it does the Fancy  
bind.— it does it does the Fan— cy bind: At once it  
charms— the Sense and cap— tivates the Mind: at once it charms— the Sense. and cap— tivates the Mind.