XII. SONG, FROM MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE *. WH I. HY fhould a foolish marriage vow, Oblige us to each other now, When paffion is decay'd? We lov'd, and we lov'd, as long as we could, But our marriage is dead, when the pleasures are fled; 'Twas pleasure first made it an oath. II. If I have pleasures for a friend, And farther love in store, What wrong has he, whose joys did end, And who could give no more? 'Tis a madness that he Should be jealous of me, Or that I fhould bar him of another: Is to give ourselves pain, When neither can hinder the other. *There are feveral excellent fongs in his "King Arthur:" which should have been copied, but that they are so interwoven with the ftory of the drama that it would be improper to feparate them. There is also a fong in "Love in a Nunnery;” and another in "The Duke of Guife;" but neither of them worth tranfcribing. N. SONG, AH, how fweet it is to love! Α LOVE.. Ah, how gay is young defire! E'en the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling balm, their smart. Love and Time with reverence ufe, If a flow in age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. XIV. ALEXANDER'S FEAST: OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC. AN ODE IN HONOUR OF ST. CECILIA'S DAY. I. WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won "TWAS By Philip's warlike son: Aloft in awful state The godlike hero fate On his imperial throne: His valiant peers were plac'd around; Their brows with rofes and with myrtles bound. (So fhould defert in arms be crown'’d:) The lovely Thais, by his fide, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair.. CHORU S. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. II. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the sky, And heavenly joys infpire. The The fong began from Jove, Who left his blifsful feats above, When he to fair Olympia prefs'd: And while he fought her fnowy breast: Then, round her slender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fovereign of the world. The liftening crowd admire the lofty found, A prefent deity the vaulted roofs rebound: With ravifh'd ears The monarch hears, And feems to shake the fpheres. CHORUS. With ravish'd ears The monarch bears, Affumes the god, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the Spheres. III. The praife of Bacchus then, the fweet musician fung; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young: The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets; beat the drums; He fhews his honeft face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Drinking joys did firft ordain; Sweet the pleasure, CHORU S. Bacchus bleffings are a treasure, Sweet the pleasure; Sweet is pleasure after pain. IV. Sooth'd with the found, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes; and thrice he flew the flain.. The mafter faw the madnefs rife; His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes ;. He fung Darius great and good, By too fevere a fate, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltring in his blood; Deferted, |