Punish a body which he could not please, Then, seized with fear, yet still affecting fame, So easy still it proves in factious times With public zeal to cancel private crimes. CHARACTER OF THE DUKE OF BUCKINGHAM. Some of their chiefs were princes of the land; That every man with him was God or Devil. Nothing went unrewarded but desert. Beggared by fools whom still he found too late, He laughed himself from Court; then sought relief Thus wicked but in will, of means bereft, ALEXANDER'S FEAST. 'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne; His valiant peers were placed around;' Their brows with roses and with myrtles bound (So should desert in arms be crowned). The lovely Thaïs, by his side, Sate like a blooming Eastern bride, None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Chorus. Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. 2. Timotheus, placed on high With flying fingers touched the lyre; Who left his blissful seats above A present deity, the vaulted roofs rebound: The monarch hears, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres Chorus. With ravished ears The monarch hears, Assumes the god, Affects to nod, And seems to shake the spheres. 3. The praise of Bacchus then the sweet musician sung, Of Bacchus ever fair, and ever young. The jolly god in triumph comes; Sound the trumpets, beat the drums; He shows his honest face : Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes. Drinking joys did first ordain; Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. Chorus. Bacchus' blessings are a treasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure, Sweet is pleasure after pain. 4. Soothed with the sound the king grew vain; Fought all his battles o'er again; And thrice he routed all his foes, and thrice he slew the slain. The master saw the madness rise, His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; | He He chose a mournful muse, sung Darius great and good, Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, The various turns of chance below; Chorus. Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of chance below; And, now and then, a sigh he stole, And tears began to flow. 5. The mighty master smiled to see |