IV. Sooth'd with the Sound the King grew vain ; Fought all hisBattels o'er again ;[flew the flain. And thrice he routed all his Foes; and thrice he The Master saw the Madness rife ; His glowing Cheeks, his ardent Eyes; Soft Pity to infuse: He fung Darius Great and Good, By too fevere a Fate, Fallen from his high Estate, And weltring in his Blood: With down-caftLooks the joyless Victor fate, The various Turns of Chance below; And, now and then, a Sigh he ftole; And Tears began to flow. Revolving in his alter'd Soul The various Turns of Chance below; And, now and then, a Sigh he ftole; And Tears began to flow. V. The Mighty Master fmil'd, to fee 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 Applause; So Love was Crown'd, but Mufick 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 opprefs'd, The vanquish'd Victor funk upon her Breast. CHORUS. 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, At length, with Love and Wine at once opprefs'd, Now ftrike the Golden Lyre again: A lowder yet, and yet a lowder Strain. Break his Bands of Sleep afunder, 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'd, he ftares around. Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise : See the Snakes that they rear, And the Sparkles that flash from their Eyes! Behold a ghastly Band, Each a Torch in his Hand! Thofe 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 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; [stroy; And the King feiz'da Flambeau, with Zeal to de Thais led the Way, To light him to his Prey, And, like another Hellen, fir'd another Troy. CHORUS. And the King feiz'da Flambeau,with Zeal to deftroy; Thais led the Way, To light him to his Prey, And, like another Hellen, fir'd another Troy. Thus, long ago, Ere heaving Bellows learn'd to blow, Timotheus, to his breathing Flute Cou'd fwell the Soul to Rage, or kindle soft Desire. Inventrefs of the Vocal Frame; The fweet Enthusiast, from her facred Store, And added Length to folemn Sounds, With Nature's Mother-Wit, and Arts unknown [before. |