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That of her grace she gave her maid to know
The fecret meaning of this moral show.
And the to prove what profit I had made,
Of myftic truth, in fables first convey'd,
Demanded, till the next returning May,
Whether the leaf or flow'r I would obey?
I chose the leaf; fhe fmil'd with fober chear,
And wish'd me fair adventure for the year.
And gave me charms and sigils, for defence
Against ill tongues that scandal innocence.:
But I, faid fhe, my fellows must pursue,
Already paft the plain,, and out of view.

We parted thus; I homeward sped my way.
Bewilder'd in the wood till dawn of day:

And met the merry crew who danc'd about the May.
Then late refresh'd with fleep I rose to write
The vifionary vigils of the night:

Blush, as thou may'st, my little book for shame,
Nor hope with homely verfe to purchase fame;
For fuch thy maker chose; and so design'd
Thy fimple file to fuit thy lowly kinds

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OR, THE

POWER OF MUSIC.

ΑΝ

O DE,

IN HONOUR OF

St. CAECILIA's DAY.

M.DC.XCVII.

I.

WAS at the royal feast, for Perfia won,

'TWAS a

By Philip's warlike fon:

Aloft in awful ftate

The god-like hero fate

on his imperial throne:

His valiant peers were plac'd around;

Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound.

(So fhou'd defert in arms be crown'd:}}

The lovely Thais by his side,

Sate like a blooming eastern bride

In flow'r of youth, and:beauty's pride.

Happy happy, happy pair!:

None but the brave

None but the brave

Mone but the Brave deserves the fair.

CHORUS.

Happy, happy, happy pair!

None but the brave

None but the brave,

None but the brave deferves the fair.

Timotheus plac'd on high

Amid the tuneful quire,

II.

With flying fingers touch'd the lyre: The trembling notes afcend the sky,

And heav'nly joys inspire.

The fong began from Jove;
Who left his blifsful feats above,
(Such is the pow'r of mighty love.)
A dragon's fiery form bely'd the god:
Sublime on radiant fpires he rode,

When he to fair Olympia prefs'd:

And while he fought her fnowy breast:

Then, round her flender wafte he curl'd,

[world.

And ftamp'd an image of himself, a foveraign of the

The liftning crowd admire the lofty found,

A prefent deity, they shout around:

A present deity the vaulted roofs rebound.

With ravish'd ears

11 The monarch hears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And feems to shake the spheres.

CHORUS.

With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Affumes the god,
Affects to nod,

And seems to shake the spheres.

III.

The praise of Bacchus then, the sweet musician fung;
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 fhews his honest face,

Now gives the bantboys breath; he comes, he comes.
Bacchus ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain:
Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure;
Drinking is the foldiers pleasure:
Rich the treafure;

Sweet the pleasure;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

CHORU S.

Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure;
Drinking is the foldiers pleasure;
Rich the 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; [the slain.

And thrice he rooted all his foes; and thrice he flew
The master faw the madness rife;

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 chofe 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:

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 sat,
Revolving in his alter'd foul

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

CHORUS..

Revolving in his alter'd foul

The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a figh he stole;

And tears began to flow.

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