Пёрселл Генри - Of all the instruments - текст песни (слова)

Of all the instruments that are, 
 None can with the viol compare.
 Mark how the strings their order keep,
 With a "whet, whet, whet" and a "sweep, sweep, sweep".
 But above all, this still abounds,
 With a "Zingle, zing" and a "zit zat zounds".