Our frailties help, our vice controul,
Submit the fenfes to the foul;
And when rebellious they are grown,
Then lay thy hand, and hold 'em down.
Chafe from our minds the infernal foe,

And peace, the fruit of love, bestow;
And left our feet should step aftray,
Protect and guide us in the way.

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Make us eternal truths receive,
And practise all that we believe:
Give us thyfelf, that we may fee
The Father, and the Son, by thee.
Immortal honour, endless fame,
Attend the Almighty Father's name :
The Saviour Son be glorify'd,
Who for loft man's redemption dy'd:
And equal adoration be,

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Eternal Paraclete, to thee.

Ver. 39. Eternal Paraclete,] This is a moft elegant and beautiful little morfel, and one of his moft correct compofitions. Its poetry and piety aid each other.

Dr. J. WARTON.

THE

SECULAR MASQUE.

Enter JANUS.

JANUS.

CHRONOS, Chronos, mend thy pace,

An hundred times the rolling fun
Around the radiant belt has run

In his revolving race.

Behold, behold, the goal in fight,

Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

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Enter CHRONOs, with a fcythe in his hand, and a globe on his back, which he fets down at his

entrance.

CHRONOS.

Weary, weary of my weight,

Let me,

let me drop my freight,

And leave the world behind.

I could not bear,

Another year,

The load of human-kind.

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Enter Momus laughing.

MOMUS.

Ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! ha! well haft thou done

To lay down thy pack,

And lighten thy back,

The world was a fool, e'er fince it begun,

And fince neither Janus, nor Chronos, nor I, Can hinder the crimes,

Or mend the bad times,

"Tis better to laugh than to cry.

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CHORUS OF ALL THREE.

"Tis better to laugh than to cry.

JANUS.

Since Momus comes to laugh below,
Old Time begin the show,

That he may fee, in every scene,
What changes in this age have been.

CHRONOS.

Then goddefs of the filver bow begin.

[Horns, or hunting-mufic within.]

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Enter DIANA.

DIANA.

With horns and with hounds, I waken the day;
And hye to the woodland-walks away:
I tuck up my robe, and am bufkin'd foon,
And tie to my forehead a wexing moon. 30
I course the fleet stag, unkennel the fox,
And chafe the wild goats o'er fummits of
rocks,

With shouting and hooting we pierce through the sky,

And Echo turns hunter, and doubles the cry.

MOMUS.

A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

CHORUS OF ALL.

Then our age was in it's prime,

Free from rage, and free from crime,

A very merry, dancing, drinking,

Laughing, quaffing, and unthinking time.

[Dance of DIANA's attendants.]

Enter MARS.

MARS.

Inspire the vocal brass, inspire ;
The world is paft its infant age:

Arms and honour,

Arms and honour,

Set the martial mind on fire,

And kindle manly rage.

Mars has look'd the fky to red;

And Peace, the lazy good, is fled.
Plenty, peace, and pleasure fly;
The sprightly green,

In woodland-walks, no more is feen;

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'The sprightly green has drunk the Tyrian dye.

CHORUS OF ALL.

Plenty, peace, &c.