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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;
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,
The fools are only thinner
cho. of all.] “ The fools are only thinner,
CAO. of all.] “ Take her, take her, while you may, " Venus comes not ev'ry day."
CHRO. The world was then so light,
mon. All, all of a piece throughout;
JAN. 'Tis well an old age is out.
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.
In that wild deluge where the world was drown'd,
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: