Deferted, at his utmost need,

By thofe his former bounty fed :

On the bare earth expos'd he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes.

With down-caft looks the joyless victor fate,
Revolving in his alter'd soul

The various turns of chance below;
And, now and then, a figh he stole ;
And tears began to flow.

CHORU S.

Revolving in his alter'd foul

The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a figh he fiole And tears began to flow.

V.

The mighty master smil'd, to see
That love was in the next degree:
'Twas but a kindred-found to move,
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly fweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures.
War, he fung, is toil and trouble ;
Honour but an empty bubble;

Never ending, ftill beginning, Fighting ftill, and ftill deftroying:

If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think, it worth enjoying : Lovely Thais fits befide thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

The

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The many rend the skies with loud applause ;
So Love was crown'd, but Mufic won the caufe.
The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :
At length, with love and wine at once oppress'd,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breast.

CHORU S.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and figh'd again:

At length, with love and wine at once opprefs'd,
The vanquifb'd victor funk upon her breast.

VI.

Now ftrike the golden lyre again :

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.

Break his bands of fleep afunder,

And roufe him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark, the horrid found

Has rais'd up his head :

As awak'd from the dead,

And amaz'd, he ftares around.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the furies arife:

See the snakes that they rear,

How they hifs in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold

Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

Those are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain,

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And unbury'd remain

Inglorious on the plain :

Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.

Behold how they tofs their torches on high,
How they point to the Persian abodes,

And glittering temples of their hoftile gods.
The princes applaud, with a furious joy;
And the king feiz'd a flambeau with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

CHORU S.

And the king feiz'd a flambeau with zeal to deftroy ; Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

VII.

Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute;
Timotheus, to his breathing flute,
And founding lyre,

Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire.

At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventrefs of the vocal frame;

The fweet enthufiaft, from her facred ftore,

Enlarg'd

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,
And added length to folemn founds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;

She drew an angel down.

Grand

CHORUS.

At laft, divine Cecilia came,

Inventrefs of the vocal frame;

The fweet enthufiaft, from her facred flore,
Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn founds,

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

XIII.

THE SECULAR MASQUE.

Enter JANUS.

Hronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,

JANUS. CH

An hundred times the rolling fun

Around the radiant belt has run

In his revolving race.

Behold, behold the goal in fight,

Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter

Enter CHRONOS, with a fcythe in his hand, and a globe
on his back; which he fets down at his entrance.
CHRONOS. Weary, weary of my weight,
Let me, let me drop my freight,

And leave the world behind.

I could not bear,

Another year,

The load of human-kind.

Enter MOMUS laughing.

MOMUS. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well haft thou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back,

The world was a fool, e'er fince it begun,
And fince neither Janus, nor Chronos, nor I,

Can hinder the crimes,

Or mend the bad times,

'Tis better to laugh than to ery.

Cho. of all three. 'Tis better to laugh than to cry.

JANUS.

Since Momus comes to laugh below,

Old Time begin the show,

That he may fee, in every scene,

What changes in this age have been.

CHROOUS. Then, goddefs of the filver bow, begin. [llorns, or hunting mufic, within.]

Enter DIANA.

DI. With horns and with hounds, I waken the day;
And hye to the woodland-walks away;
I tuck up my robe, and am buskin'd soon,
And tie to my forehead a wexing moon.

I courfe