III.

ThePraise of Bacchus then, the sweetMusiciansung;

Of Bacchus ever Fair, and ever Young:
The jolly God in Triumph comes;

:

Sound the Trumpets; beat the Drums;

Flush'd with a purple Grace

He shews his honeft Face,

[comes.

Now gives the Hautboys breath; He comes, He

Bacchus, ever Fair and Young,

Drinking Joys did first ordain:
Bacchus Bleffings are a Treasure,
Drinking is the Soldier's Pleasure;
Rich the Treasure,

Sweet the Pleasure;

Sweet is Pleasure after Pain.
CHORU S.

Bacchus' Blessings are a Treasure;
Drinking is the Soldier's Pleasure;

Rich the Treasure,

Sweet the Pleasure;

Sweet is Pleasure after Pain.

IV.

Sooth'd with the Sound the King grew vain; Fought all his Battels o'er again; [flew the flain. And thrice he routed all his Foes; and thrice he The Master saw the Madness rise; His glowing Cheeks, his ardent Eyes; And while He Heav'n and Earth defy'd, Chang'd his Hand, and check'd his Pride. He chose a Mournful Muse

Soft Pity to infuse:

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:

Deserted at his utmost Need,
By those 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 sate,
Revolving in his alter'd Soul

The various Turns of Chance below;

And, now and then, a Sigh he stole;

And Tears began to flow.

CHORU S.

Revolving in his alter'd Soul

The various Turns of Chance below;

And, now and then, a Sigh he stole;
And Tears began to flow.

V.

The Mighty Master smil'd, to fee
That Love was in the next Degree:
'Twas but a Kindred-Sound to move;
For Pity melts the Mind to Love.
Softly sweet, in Lydian Measures,
Soon he footh'd his Soul to Pleasures.
War, he fung, is Toil and Trouble;
Honour but an empty Bubble.
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying,
If the World be worth thy Winning,
Think, O think, it worth Enjoying.
Lovely Thais fits besides thee,
Take the Good the Gods provide thee.

The Many rend the Skies, with loud Applause; So Love was Crown'd, but Musick won the Cause.

The Prince, unable to conceal his Pain,

Gaz'd on the Fair

Who caus'd his Care,

And figh'd and look'd, sigh'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.
CHORUS.

The Prince, unable to conceal bis Pain,
Gaz'd on the Fair

Who caus'd his Care,

And figh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,

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

At length, with Love and Wine at once oppress'd,

The vanquish'd Victor funk upon her Breast.

VI.

Now strike the Golden Lyre again:

A lowder yet, and yet a lowder Strain.

Break his Bands of Sleep asunder,

And rouze him, like a rattling Peal of Thunder,

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Hark, hark, the horrid Sound
Has rais'd up his Head,
As awak'd from the Dead,
And amaz'd, he stares around.

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the Furies arise :

See the Snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their Hair,

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And the Sparkles that flash from their Eyes!

Behold a ghastly Band,

Each a Torch in his Hand!

Those are Grecian Ghosts, that in Battel were flain,

And unbury'd remain

Inglorious on the Plain.

Give the Vengeance due
To the Valiant Crew.

Behold how they toss their Torches on high,
How they point to the Persian Abodes,
And glitt'ring Temples of their Hoftile Gods!
The Princes applaud, with a furious Joy; [stroy;
And the King seiz'd a Flambeau, with Zeal to de-

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