By too severe a fate,
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen,
Fallen from his high estate,
And weltering in his blood;
Deserted at his utmost need
By those his former bounty fed ;
On the bare earth exposed he lies,

With not a friend to close his eyes.

-With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,

Revolving in his alter'd soul,

The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole,
And tears began to flow.

The mighty master smiled to see
That love was in the next degree;
'Twas but a kindred-sound to move,
For pity melts the mind to love.
Softly sweet, in Lydian measures,
Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures.
War, he sung, is toil and trouble,
Honour but an empty bubble;
Never ending, still beginning,
Fighting still, and still destroying;
If the world be worth thy winning,
Think, O think it worth enjoying:
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,

And sigh'd and look'd, sigh'd and look'd,

Sigh'd and look'd, and sigh'd again :

At length, with love and wine at once opprest, The vanquish'd victor sunk upon her breast.

Now strike the golden lyre again :

A louder yet, and yet a louder strain !
Break his bands of sleep asunder,

And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder.

Hark, hark! the horrid sound

Has raised up his head :

As awaked from the dead,

And, amazed, he stares around.

66 Revenge, revenge!

"See the Furies arise!

Timotheus cries,

See the snakes that they rear,

How they hiss in their hair,

And the sparkles that flash from their eyes

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 :

Give the vengeance due

To the valiant crew.

Behold how they toss their torches on high,

How they point to the Persian abodes,

And glittering temples of their hostile gods."

-The princes applaud with a furious joy:

And the King seized a flambeau with zeal to

destroy ;

Thais led the way

To light him to his prey,

And, like another Helen, fired another Troy !

-Thus, long ago,

Ere heaving bellows learn'd to blow,

While organs yet were mute,

Timotheus, to his breathing flute

And sounding lyre,

Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.

At last divine Cecilia came,
Inventress of the vocal frame;

The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store,

Enlarged the former narrow bounds,

And added length to solemn sounds,

With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.

-Let old Timotheus yield the prize,

Or both divide the crown;

He raised a mortal to the skies,

She drew an angel down!-J. Dryden.

CXCIX.

SONG FROM "ABDELAZAR."

LOVE in fantastic triumph sate,

Whilst bleeding hearts around him flowed, For whom fresh pains he did create,

And strange tyrannic power he showed.
From thy bright eyes he took his fires,
Which round about in sport he hurled;
But 'twas from mine he took desires
Enough to undo the amorous world.

From me he took his sighs and tears,
From thee his pride and cruelty;
From me his languishments and fears,
And every killing dart from thee;
Thus thou and I the god have armed,
And set him up a deity;

But my poor heart alone is harmed,

Whilst thine the victor is, and free.
Aphra Behn.

CC.

A SAILOR'S SONG.

YE gentlemen of England,
That live at home at ease,
Ah! little do you think upon

The dangers of the seas.
Give ear unto the mariners,

And they will plainly show

All the cares and the fears

When the stormy winds do blow.

When the stormy, etc.

If enemies oppose us

When England is at war

With any foreign nation,

We fear not wound or scar;

Our roaring guns shall teach 'em

Our valour for to know,

Whilst they reel on the keel,

And the stormy winds do blow.
And the stormy, etc.

Then courage, all brave mariners,
And never be dismayed;
While we have bold adventurers,
We ne'er shall want a trade:
Our merchants will employ us

To fetch them wealth, we know ;
Then be bold-work for gold,

When the stormy winds do blow.

When the stormy, etc.

Martyn Parker.

CCI.

CHILD AND MAIDEN.

Aн, Chloris! could I now but sit
As unconcern'd as when
Your infant beauty could beget

No happiness or pain!

When I the dawn used to admire,
And praised the coming day,
I little thought the rising fire
Would take my rest away.

Your charms in harmless childhood lay
Like metals in a mine;

Age from no face takes more away

Than youth conceal'd in thine.

But as your charms insensibly
To their perfection prest,
So love as unperceived did fly,
And center'd in my breast.

My passion for your beauty grew,
While Cupid at my heart,
Still as his mother favour'd you,

Threw a new flaming dart :
Each gloried in their wanton part;

To make a lover, he

Employ'd the utmost of his art

To make a beauty, she.-Sir C. Sedley.

CCII.

THE JEALOUS LOVER.

My dear Mistress has a heart

Soft as those kind looks she gave me ;