With down-caft looks the joyless victor fate,
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,

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.

V.

The mighty master fmil'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 fweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures.
War, he fung, is toil and trouble;
Honor but an empty bubble;

Never ending, ftill beginning,

Fighting ftill, and still destroying:

If the world be worth thy winning,

Think, O think, it worth enjoying:
Lovely Thais fits befides thee,

Take the good the gods provide thee.

The

many rend the skies with loud applaufe; So Love was crown'd, but Mufic 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, figh'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.

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

At length, wiib love and wine at once opprefs'd,
The vanquish'd victor funk upon her breaft.

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 stares around.

Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,

See the furies arife :

See the fnakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!

Behold a ghaftly 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 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 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.
CHORU S.

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

To light him to his prey,

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

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 soft defire.
At laft divine Cecilia came,

Inventress of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast, from her facred store,
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 ftore,

Enlarg'd the former narrow bounds,

And added length to folemn 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.