Never ending, still beginning.
Fighting still, and still destroying:
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying.
Lovely Thais sits beside thee;

Take the good the Gods provide thee.

The rend the skies with loud applause:

many

So love was crown'd, but music won the cause.

The prince, unable to conceal his pain,

Gaz'd on the fair

Who caus'd his care,

And sigh'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 opprest,
The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

CHORUS.

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

"Who caus'd his care,

"And sigh'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 opprest, "The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast." VI.

Now strike the golden lyre again:

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain.

Break his bands of sleep asunder,

And rouze him like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark, the horrid sound

Has rais'd up his head,

As awak'd from the dead,

And amaz'a, he stares around.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the furies arise!

See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair!

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes !

Behold a ghastly band,

Each a torch in his hand,

Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,

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 hostile gods!

The princes applaud with a furious joy,

And the king seiz'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.

CHORUS.

"And the King seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to

"Thais led the way,

"To light him to his prey;

[destroy:

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

VII.

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Thus long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,
While organs yet were mute,

Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And sounding lyre,

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
At last divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

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 last divine Cecilia came,

"Inventress of the vocal frame;

"The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,
"Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

"And added length to solemn sounds,

"With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown

"Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

"Or both divide the crown;

"He rais'd a mortal to the skies,

"She drew an angel down."

[before.

Enter JANUS.

JAN. CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace;
An hundred times the rolling sun

Around the radiant belt has run
In his revolving race.

Behold, behold, the goal in sight,

Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter CHRONOS, with a sythe in his hand, and a globe on bis back; which be sets down at his entrance.

CHRO. 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.

MOM. Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well hast thou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back,

The world was a fool ere since it begun,

And since neither Janus, nor Chronos, nor I,

Can hinder the crimes,

Or mend the bad times,

'Tis better to laugh than to cry.

CHO. of all three.]" 'Tis better to laugh than to cry."

JAN. Since Momus comes to laugh below,

Old Time begin the show,

That he may see, in every scene,

What changes in this age have been.

CHRO. Then, goddess of the silver bow, begin.

[Horns, or bunting music within.]

Enter DIANA.

DIA. 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 course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox, And chace the wild goats o'er summits of rocks; With shouting and hooting we pierce thro' the sky, And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

CHO. of all.]"With shouting and hooting we pierce "thro' the sky,

"And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry."
JAN. Then our age was in its prime :
CHRO. Free from rage,

DIA.

And free from crime.

MOM. A very merry, dancing, drinking, Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

CHO. of all.]" Then our age was in its prime, "Free from rage, and free from crime.

"A very merry, dancing, drinking,
"Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time."
[Dance of DIANA's attendants.]