TWO CHOR USES то тНЕ TRAGEDY OF BRUTUS. Altered from Shakespeare 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-houfe. CHORUS OF ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. E fhades, where facred truth is fought; And Epicurus lay inspir'd! In vain your guiltless laurels ftood War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, ANTIS TROPHE I. Oh heaven-born fifters! fource of art! 5 Who charm the fenfe, or mend the heart; 10 Moral truth and myftic Song! To what new clime, what distant sky, Say, will ye blefs the bleak Atlantic fhore? Or bid the furious Gaul be rude no more? 15 STROPHE STROPHE II. When Athens finks by fates unjuft, ANTISTROPHE II. Ye Gods! what juftice rules the ball! Oh curs'd effects of civil hate, In every age, in every ftate! Still, when the luft of tyrant power fucceeds, 20 25 30 Some Athens perishes, fome Tully bleeds. CHORUS OF YOUTHS AND VIRGINS. Ο SEMICHORUS. H Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breast! Wisdom and Wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame. But entering learns to be fincere. And Brutus tenderly reproves. 3 5 Why, Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire, Why, Nature, doft thou fooneft fire The mild and generous Love's purer breaft? CHORUS. flames the Gods approve; The Gods and Brutus bend to Love: Brutus for abfent Porcia fighs, And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes. Chafte as cold Cynthia's virgin light, SEMICHORUS. Oh fource of every social tye, 10 15 20 25 United with, and mutual joy! What various joys on one attend, As fon, as father, brother, hufband, friend! While thousand grateful thoughts arife; 30 Or meets his spouse's fonder eye; Or views his fmiling progeny; What tender paflions take their turns, His heart now melts, now leaps, now burns, 35 CHORUS. CHORUS. Hence guilty joys, diftaftes, furmizes; Fires that scorch, yet dare not shine: ODE ON SOLITUDE. 40 Written when the Author was about Twelve Years old. APPY the man, whose wish and care Η A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his own ground. Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread, 5 In winter fire. Bleft, who can unconcern'dly find Hours, days, and years flide foft away, In health of body, peace of mind, Quiet by day, Sound fleep by night; ftudy and ease, VOL. XLV. With meditation. I 10 15 Thus Thus let me live, unfeen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, II. Hark! they whisper; Angels fay, Steals my fenfes, fhuts my fight, III. The world recedes; it disappears! 5 10 Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O Grave! where is thy Victory? O Death! where is thy Sting? 3 AN |