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Thus fong could prevail
O'er death, and o'er hell,
A conqueft how hard and how glorious?
With Styx nine times round her,
Yet mufic and love were victorious.
But foon, too foon the lover turns his eyes
No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love.
Befide the falls of fountains,
Rolling in Mæanders,
Amidst Rhodope's fnows:
See, wild as the winds, o'er the desert he flies; 110 Hark! Hæmus refounds with the Bacchanals cries
Ah fee, he dies!
Yet ev'n in death. Eurydice he fung,
Eurydice ftill trembled on his tongue,
Eurydice the woods,
Eurydice the floods,
Eurydice the rocks, and hollow mountains rung.
Mufic the fierceft grief can charm,
And fate's feverest rage difarm:
Mufic can soften pain to ease,
And make despair and madness please:
And antedate the bliss above.
This the divine Cecilia found,
And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found.
And angels lean from heav'n to hear.
Tragedy of BRUTUS.
CHORUS of ATHENIANS.
E fhades, where facred truth is fought;
In vain your guiltlefs laurels ftood
War, horrid war, your thoughtless walks invades,
Oh heav'n-born fifters! fource of art!
Who charm the fenfe or mend the heart;
To what new clime, what distant sky,
a Altered from Shakespear by the Duke of Buckingham, at whofe defire these two Chorufes were compofed to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckingham-house.
When Athens finks by fates unjust,
When wild Barbarians fpurn her duft;
Shall cease to bluth with stranger's gore;
And Athens rifing near the pole !
'Till fome new Tyrant lifts his purple hand,
Ye Gods! what juftice rules the ball?
Oh curs'd effects of civil hate,
In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state!
Still, when the luft of tyrant pow'r fucceeds,
CHORUS OF YOUTHS and VIRGINS.
H Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft
Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim,
And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame.,
But entring learns to be fincere.
Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire,
Which Nature has impreft?
The mild and gen'rous breast?
Love's purer flames the Gods approve;
And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes.
Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light,
Oh fource of ev'ry focial tye,
United with, and mutual joy!
What various joys on one attend,
As fon, as father, brother, husband, friend?
While thousand grateful thoughts arife;
'Or views his fmiling progeny;
What tender paflions take their turns,
His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, 35
Hence guilty joys, diftaftes, furmizes, Hence falfe tears, deceits, difguifes, Dangers, doubts, delays, furprizes ;
Fires that fcorch, yet dare not fhine:
Pureft love's unwafting treasure,