The fong began from Jove;

Who left his blissful seats above,
Such is the pow'r of mighty love!
A dragon's fiery form belyed the god :
Sublime on radiant fpheres he rode,

When he to fair Olympia prefs'd.

And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world.
The lift'ning crowd admire the lofty found:

A prefent deity, the vaulted roofs rebound:
With ravish'd ears

The monarch hears,

Affumes the god,

Affects to nod,

And seems to fhake the spheres.

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:

Flush'd with a purple grace

He fhews his honeft face.

Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes!

Bacchus ever fair and young

Drinking joys did firft ordain :

Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure,

Drinking is the foldier's pleasure ;

Rich the treasure,

Sweet the pleasure ;

Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Sooth'd

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 ;

His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes;
And, while he heaven and earth defied,
Chang'd his hand, and check'd his pride.
He chofe a mournful muse,

With downcaft look the joyless victor fate,

Revolving in his alter'd foul

The varions turns of fate below;

And now and then a figh he stole;

And tears began to flow,

The mighty mafter smil'd, to fee

That love was in the next degree
'Twas but a kindred found to move;

For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly

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

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

If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, oh think it worth enjoying!
Lovely Thais fits befide the,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

The many rend the skies with loud applause; So love was crown'd, but mufic won the caufe. The prince, unable to co nceal 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 vanquifh'd victor funk upon her breaft..

Now ftrike the golden lyre again;

And louder yet, and yet a louder train.

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 flares around.

Revenge

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the furies arife,

See the fnakes that they rear,

How they hifs in the air,

And the fparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand,

These are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain,
And unburied 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 Perfian abodes,
And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods !—
The princes applaud, with a furious joy ;

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.

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 soft defire,

At

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 fkies,

She drew an angel down.