X. A SON G. I. Go tell Amynta, gentle swain, I would not die, nor dare complain : What dying lovers dare not fay. II. A figh or tear, perhaps, fhe'll give, But love on pity cannot live. Tell her that hearts for hearts were made, And love with love is only paid. Tell her my pains fo faft increase, That foon they will be paft redress; XI. A SONG to a fair young LADY, Going out of the Town in the Spring. I. ASK not the caufe, why fullen Spring So long delays her flowers to bear; Why warbling birds forget to fing, 3 Chloris Chloris is gone, and fate provides To make it Spring, where the refides. II. Chloris is gone, the cruel fair; To figh, to languish, and to die: III. Great god of love, why haft thou made And change the laws of every land? Thou shouldft have made her mercy more. IV. When Chloris to the temple comes, I only am by Love design'd XII. ALEXANDER'S FEAST: An ODE, in honour of St. CECILIA's Day. I. WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won TWA 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 roses 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. CHORUS. Haypy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deferves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high II. Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the fky, And heavenly joys infpire. The The fong began from Jove, Who left his blifsful feats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god : 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 himfelf, a fovereign of the world. The liftening crowd admire the lofty found, A prefent deity the vaulted roofs rebound: With ravish'd ears The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. CHORUS. With ravish'd ears The monarch bears, Affumes the god, Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. III. The praise of Bacchus then, the fweet musician fung; Of Bacchus ever fair and ever young : He fhews his honeft face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. CHORUS. Bacchus' blefings are a treasure, Drinking is the foldier's pleasure; 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 madness rife ; Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride. |