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With ravish'd ears
Affects to nod,
The jolly god in triumph comes ;
Flush'd with a purple grace,
He shows his honest face; Now give the hautboys breath: he comes, he comes.
Bacchus, ever fair and young,
Drinking joys did first ordain;
Rich the treasure,
Sweet the pleasure ; Sweet is pleasure after pain. Soothed with the sound, the king grew vain; .
Fought all his battles o'er again;
The master saw the madness rise; (the slain.
He chose a mournful Muse,
Soft pity to infuse :
By too severe a fate,
And weltering in his blood;
Revolving in his alter'd soul
The various turns of chance below;
And tears began to flow.
The mighty master smiled to see
Sostly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he sooth'd his soul to pleasures.
Never ending, still beginning,
if the world be worth thy winning,
Lovely Thais sits beside thee,
Take the good the gods provide thee. The many rend the skies with loud applause ; So Love was crown'd, but Music won the cause. The prince, unable to conceal his pain,
Gazed on the fair
Who caused his care,
Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :
Hark, hark, the horrid sound
Has raised up his head !
As awaked from the dead,
And, amazed, he stares around. Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries,
See the Furies arise :
See the snakes that they rear,
How they hiss in their hair,
Behold a ghastly band,
Each a torch in his hand ! Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain,
And unburied remain
Inglorious on the plain :
To the valiant erew.
How they point to the Persian abodes,
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
Thus, long ago,
While organs yet were mute;
And sounding lyre,
At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
Or both divide the crown;
She drew an angel down.
CHARACTER OF SHAFTESBURY.
Or these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages cursed; For close designs and crooked counsels fit; Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfix'd in principles and place; In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace; A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er inform d the tenement of clay. A daring pilot in extremity; Pleased with the danger when the waves went high, He sought the storms; but, for a calm unfit, Would steer too nigh the sands to boast his wit. Great wits are sure to madness near allied, And thin partitions do their bounds divide; Else why should he, with wealth and honour bless'd, Refuse his age the needful hours of rest? Punish a body which he could not please ; Bankrupt of life, yet prodigal of ease; And all to leave what with his toil he won, To that unfeather'd two-legg'd thing, a son ; Got while his soul did huddled notions try, And born a shapeless lump, like anarchy. In friendship false, implacable in hate; Resolved to ruin or to rule the state. To compass this the triple bond he broke, The pillars of the public safety shook, And fitted Israel for a foreign yoke; Then seized with fear, yet still affecting fame, Usurp'd a patriot's all-atoning name. So easy still it proves in factious times, With public zeal to cancel private crimes. How safe is treason, and how sacred ill, Where none can sin against the people's will!
Where crowds can wink, and no offence be known,
CHARACTER OF ZIMRI.
Some of their chiefs were princes of the land;