VI. But foon, too foon, the lover turns his eyes: No crime was thine, if 'tis no crime to love. Befide the falls of fountains, Or where Hebrus wanders, Rolling in Mæanders, Unheard, unknown, 1 He trembles, he glows, Amidst Rhodope's fnows: 95 100 105 See, wild as the winds, o'er the defert he flies; 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. III 115 VII. Mufic the fierceft grief can charm, Mufic can foften pain to ease, And make defpair and madness please : And antedate the blifs above. This the divine Cecilia found, And to her Maker's praise confin'd the found. Th' immortal pow'rs incline their ear; And Angels lean from, heav'n to hear. Of Orpheus now no more let Poets tell, To bright Cecilia greater pow'r is giv'n; His numbers rais'd a fhade from hell, Hers lift the foul to heav'n. 120 125 130 TWO CHORUS'S ΤΟ THE Tragedy of BRUTUS'. CHORUS of ATHENIANS. STROPHE I. E fhades, where facred truth is fought; YE Groves, where immortal Sages taught: Where heav'nly vifions Plato fir'd, In vain your guiltless laurels ftood War, horrid war, your thoughtful walks invades, ANTIS TROPHE I. Oh heav'n-born fifters fource of art! a Altered from Shakespear by the Duke of Buckingham, at whofe defire these two Chorus's were compofed to fupply as many, wanting in his play. They were fet many years afterwards by the famous Bononcini, and performed at Buckinghamhoufe, P. Who lead fair Virtue's train along, STROPHE II. When Athens finks by fates unjust, And Athens rifing near the pole ! "Till some new Tyrant lifts his purple hand, And civil madness tears them from the land. 15 20 ANTIS TROPHE II. Ye Gods! what juftice rules the ball! 25 Freedom and Arts together fall; Fools grant whate'er Ambition craves, In ev'ry age, in ev'ry state! Still, when the luft of tyrant pow'r fucceeds, 30 CHORUS of YOUTHS and VIRGINS. SEMICHORUS. H Tyrant Love! haft thou poffeft The prudent, learn'd, and virtuous breaft? Wisdom and wit in vain reclaim, And Arts but foften us to feel thy flame. Why, Virtue, doft thou blame defire, Why, Nature, doft thou fooneft fire CHORUS. 5 Love's flames the Gods approve; purer The Gods and Brutus bend to love: Brutus for abfent Porcia fighs, And fterner Caffius melts at Junia's eyes, |