The fong began from Jove, Who left his blissful feats above; Then round her flender waist he curl'd, And ftamp'd an image of himself, a fov'reign of the world. A prefent deity!' they fhout around; A prefent deity!' the vaulted roofs rebound. The monarch hears Affects to nod, And feems to shake the spheres. The praise of Bacchus then the fweet musician fung; The jolly god in triumph comes ; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums : Flush'd with a purple grace, He fhews his honeft face. • Now give the hautboys breath. He comes! he comes !Bacchus, ever fair and young, - Drinking joys did first ordain: Bacchus' bleffings are a treasure ; Drinking is the foldier's pleasure! Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure ; • Sweet is pleasure after pain!> Sooth'd with the found, the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he flew the flain. The The mafter faw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes, By too fevere a fate, · Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And welt'ring in his blood. By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth expos'd he lies, • With not a friend to close his eyes.' With downcast looks the joyless victor fate, Revolving in his alter'd foul The various turns of chance below; The mighty master smil'd to fee Fighting ftill, and ftill deftroying; Lovely Thaïs fits befide thee; Take the good the gods provide thee!' The The many rend the fkies with loud applaufe: Who caus'd his care, And figh'd and look'd, figh'd and look'd, At length, with Love and Wine at once opprefs'd, Now ftrike the golden lyre again : A louder yet, and yet a louder strain. And rouze him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid found Has rais'd up his head, As awak'd from the dead, And, amaz'd, he ftares around.' Revenge, revenge!' Timotheus cries; • See the fnakes that they rear, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes! Each a torch in his hand! Thofe are Grecian ghofts, that in battle were flain, Behold how they. tofs their torches on high, How they point to the Perfian abodes, . And glitt'ring temples of their hoftile gods !' The princes applaud with a furious joy, And the king seiz'd a flambeau, with zeal to destroy: Thaïs led the way, To light him to his prey; And, like another Helen, fir'd another Troy. Thus, long ago, Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow, Could fwell the foul to rage, or kindle foft defire. The sweet enthufiaft, from her facred store, And added length to folemn founds, With Nature's mother wit, and arts unknown before, Or both divide the crown; She drew an angel down. BAUCIS AND PHILEMON. I' N ancient times, as ftory tells, their The faints would often leave their cells, And stroll about, but hide their quality, It happen'd on a winter night, Difguis'd Having thro' all the village pafs'd, No |