V.

The mighty master smil'd to see
That love was in the next degree:
Twas but a kindred found to move;
For pity melts the mind to love.

Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he footh'd his foul to pleasures,
War, he fung, is toil and trouble;
Honour 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 besides thee, -

Take the good the gods provide thee.
The many rend the skies, with loud applause;
So love was crown'd, but musique 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, sigh'd and look'd,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

At length, with love and wine at once opprefs'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, 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.

VI.

Now strike the golden lyre again :

A louder yet, and yet a louder Atrain.
Break his bands of fleep afunder,

And rouze 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, i

See the furies arife!

See the fnakes that they rear,

How they hifs in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes

Behold a ghaftly band,

Each a torch in his hand!

Thofe are Grecian ghosts, that in battle 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;

And the king feiz'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.

nd the king feiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy; Thais led the way,

To light him to his prey,

nd, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy.

VII.

Thus, long ago

E'er 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 foft defire.
At laft divine Cecilia came,

Inventrefs 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.

VOL. II.

Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

I

GRAND CHORUS.

At laft divine Cecilia came,
Inventrefs of the vocal frame;

The fweet enthusiast, from her facred store,

Enlarg'd the former narrow boar

And added length to folemn for

With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown be

Let old Timotheus yield the prize
Or both divide the crown;

He rais'd a mortal to the skies;
She drew an angel down.

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SACUS, the fon of Priam, loving a country life, forfakes the court: living obfcurely, he falls in love with a nymph; who flying from him, was kill'd by a ferpent; for grief of this, he would have drowned himself; but by the pity of the gods, is turned into

cormorant. Priam, not hearing of Æfacus, believes him to be dead, and raises a tomb to preserve his memory. By this transition, which is one of the finest in all Ovid, the poet naturally falls into the story of the Trojan war, which is summed up, in the prefent book, but fo very briefly, in many places, that Ovid feems more fhort than Virgil, contrary to his usual style. Yet the House of Fame, which is here defcrib'd, is one of the most beautiful pieces in the whole Metamorphofes. The fight of Achilles and Cygnus, and the fray betwixt