Enter MARS.
MARS. Inspire the vocal brass, inspire;
The world is past its infant age:
Arms and honour,
Arms and honour,
Set the martial mind on fire,
And kindle manly rage,
Mars has look'd the sky to red;
And Peace, the lazy god, is fled.
Plenty, Peace, and Pleasure fly;
The sprightly green,
In woodland-walks, no more is seen;
The sprightly green has drunk the Tyrian dye.

cho.of all.] " Plenty, Peace, and Pleasure fly; “ The sprightly green, • In woodland-walks, no more is seen; " The sprightly green has drunk the Tyrian dye."

MARS. Sound the trumpet, beat the drum;
Through all the world around
Sound a reveille, sound, sound;
The warrior god is come.

cho. of all. “ Sound the trumpet, beat the drum; “ Through all the world around “ Sound a reveille, sound, sound; “ The warrior god is come.”

MOM. Thy sword within the scabbard keep,
And let mankind agree;
Better the world were fast asleep,
Than kept awake by thee.

The fools are only thinner
With all our cost and care?
But neither side a winner,
For things are as they were. '

cho. of all.] “ The fools are only thinner,
" With all our cost and care;
• But neither side a winner,
** For things are as they were."

Enter VENUS.
Ven. Calms appear when storms are past;
Love will have his hour at last :
Nature is my kindly care;
Mars destroys, and I repair.
Take me, take me, while you may,
Venus comes not ev'ry day,”

CAO. of all.] “ Take her, take her, while you may, " Venus comes not ev'ry day."

CHRO. The world was then so light,
I scarcely felt the weight;
Joy rul'd the day, and Love the night:
But since the Queen of Pleasure left the ground,
I faint, I lag,
And feebly drag
The pond sous orb around.

mon. All, all of a piece throughout;
Pointing to Diana.) Thy chace had a beast in view;
To Mars] Thy wars brought nothing about;
To Venus.] Thy lovers were all untrue.

JAN. 'Tis well an old age is out.
CHRO. And time to begin a new.

cho. of all.] “ All, all of a piece throughout; " Thy chace had a beast in view; ** Thy wars brought nothing about, " Thy lovers were all untrue, er 'Tis well an old age is out, " And time to begin a new,"

Dance of huntsmen, nymphs, warriors, and lovers,

A PANEGYRIC ON HIS CORONATION.

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In that wild deluge where the world was drown'd,
When life and sin one common tomb had found,
The first small prospect of a rising hill
With various notes of joy the ark did fill;
Yet when that flood in its own depths was drowrr'd,
It left behind it false and slipp'ry ground;
And the more solemn pomp was still deferr'd,
Till new-born nature in fresh looks appear'd.
Thus Royal Sir, to see you landed here,
Was cause enough of triumph for a year:
Nor would your care those glorious joys repeat,
Till they at once might be secure and grear;
Till your kind beans by their continu'd stay,
Had warm’d the ground, and call’d the damps away.
Such vapours, while your pow'rful influence dries,
I hen soonest vanish when they highest rise.
Had greater hale these sacred rites prepar'd,
Some guilty months had in your triumphs shar'd;
But ihis untainted year is all your own;
Your glories may without our crimes be shown.
We had not yet exhausted all our store,
When you refresh'd ourjoys by adding more,
As Heav'n, of old, dispens’d celestial dew,
You gave us manna, and still give us new.
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Now our sad ruins are remov'd from sight, The season, too, comes fraught with new delight: Time seems not now beneath his years to stoop, Nor do his wings with sickly feathers droop: Soft western winds waft o'er the gaudy Spring, And open'd scenes of flow'rs and blossoms bring 30 To grace this happy day while you appear Not king of us alone but of the year. All eyes you draw, and with the eyes the heart; Of your own pomp yourself the greatest part. Loud shouts the nation's happiness proclaim, And heav'n this day is feasted with your name. Your cavalcade the fair spectators view, From their high standings, yet look up to you. From your brave train each singles out a prey. And longs to date a conquest from your day. 40 Now chary'd with blessings, while you seek repose, Officious Slumbers haste your eyes to close : And glorious Dreams stand ready to restore The pleasing shapes of all you saw before. Next to the sacred temple you are led, Where waits a crown for your more sacred head : How justly from the church that crown is due, Preserv'd from ruin, and restor'd by you ! The grateful choir their harmony employ, Not to make greater but more solemn joy. Wrapt soft and warm, your name is sent on high, As flames do on the wings of incense fly:

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